CHAPTER XXII

When the Light Failed After considerable delay the door was opened ajar by a diminutive, white-haired old man, who demanded in a quavering voice the names and business of the callers. "We wish to see M. Vladimir Klostivitch on private affairs," replied the Sub. "It is useless to give one's names, for we are unknown to your master. You can inform him that we are comrades from England." "I am Vladimir Klostivitch," announced the old man. "Be pleased to enter." "I am sorry to have made a mistake," said Fordyce apol…