Then I confessed the truth.
"My affection." "Ah!" he sighed deeply.

"Poor young lady! She, who has enemies on every hand, sadly needs a friend.

But can we trust you--have you no fear ?" "Of what ?" "Of being implicated in the coming revolution in Russia?
Remember I am the Red Priest.

Have you never heard of me?
My name is Otto Kampf." Otto Kampf! I stood before him open-mouthed.

Who in Russia had not heard of that mysterious unknown person who had directed a hundred conspiracies against the Imperial Autocrat, and yet the identity of whom the police had always failed to discover.