If you will trust me, however, I promise that all my energies shall be devoted to the interests of this country." Nigel held out his hand.
"It is a pact," he decided.

"Before you leave, I will give you the whole of my uncle's brief correspondence with Sidwell.

You may be able to gather from it what he was after.

Sidwell, you remember, was stabbed in a cafe in the slums of Petrograd." "I remember quite well," Jesson admitted quietly.

"I knew Sidwell.