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For a second the famous chief of Secret Police turned his cunning, steel-blue eyes upon mine and bowed slightly, after making obeisance to His Majesty.
"Why, I believed, Mr Trewinnard, that you were still in Siberia! " he said with a crafty smile. Though my bitterest enemy, he always feigned the greatest friendliness.