PIKE [thoughtfully]. What was his name?
IVANOFF. His name--it was Glenwood. I shall not forget that name soon.
PIKE. What was he doing in Russia?
IVANOFF. I have told you he had contracts with the Ministry of
Finance--he supplied hydraulic machinery to the government. Does the
name Glenwood mean anything to you? Have you heard it?
PIKE [profoundly thoughtful, pauses, looking at IVANOFF sharply]. No.
[Then to himself.] And there must be a million Helenes in France.
IVANOFF. I prayed God to let me meet them before I was taken. But I talk
too much of myself. I wish to know--you--you will be safe. They can do
nothing to you, can they?
PIKE [with assumed cheerfulness]. Oh, I'm all right--don't worry about
me.
[Loud knock at the upper doors.]
IVANOFF [despairingly]. It is the carabiniere.
PIKE. Steady. [Looks at watch.] Not yet. Go back. We won't throw our
hands into the discard until we're called. We'll keep on raising.
[Exit IVANOFF through door on the right, closing it after him.]
[PIKE scratches his head and slowly says: "Helene." Then calls: "Come
in!"]
[MARIANO opens the upper doors from without and bows.]
MARIANO. Miladi Creesh--she ask you would speak with her a few minutes?
PIKE. All right! Where is she?
MARIANO. Here, sir.
PIKE.
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