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The Secret Adversary

24. Julius Takes A Hand
IN his suite at Claridge's, Kramenin reclined on a couch and dictated to his secretary in
sibilant Russian.
Presently the telephone at the secretary's elbow purred, and he took up the receiver, spoke
for a minute or two, then turned to his employer.
"Some one below is asking for you."
"Who is it?"
"He gives the name of Mr. Julius P. Hersheimmer."
"Hersheimmer," repeated Kramenin thoughtfully. "I have heard that name before."
"His father was one of the steel kings of America," explained the secretary, whose
business it was to know everything. "This young man must be a millionaire several times
over."
The other's eyes narrowed appreciatively.
"You had better go down and see him, Ivan. Find out what he wants."
The secretary obeyed, closing the door noiselessly behind him. In a few minutes he
returned.
"He declines to state his business--says it is entirely private and personal, and that he
must see you."
"A millionaire several times over," murmured Kramenin. "Bring him up, my dear Ivan."
The secretary left the room once more, and returned escorting Julius.
"Monsieur Kramenin?" said the latter abruptly.
The Russian, studying him attentively with his pale venomous eyes, bowed.
"Pleased to meet you," said the American. "I've got some very important business I'd like
to talk over with you, if I can see you alone." He looked pointedly at the other.
"My secretary, Monsieur Grieber, from whom I have no secrets."
"That may be so--but I have," said Julius dryly. "So I'd be obliged if you'd tell him to
scoot."
 
 
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