I am in no way prejudiced, however, and am willing to listen to anything you may have to say which will not take you more than a quarter of an hour," he added, glancing at the clock upon his table.
"Here goes, then," Nigel began.

"My uncle was a statesman of the old school who had no faith in the Utopian programme of the present Government of this country.

When you abandoned any pretence of a continental secret service, he at his own expense instituted a small one of his own.

He sent two men out to Germany and one to Russia.

The one sent to Russia was the man Sidwell, whose murder in a Petrograd cafe you may have read of.