Publisher's Synopsis
"M'sieur Colin Trewinnard?" "That is my name, Captain Stoyanovitch," I replied in surprise. "You know it quite well." "The usual formality, mon cher ami!" And the tall, handsome equerry in the white uniform of the Imperial Guard laughed lightly, clicked his heels together, and handed me a letter which I saw bore the Imperial cipher upon its black seal. "From His Imperial Majesty the Emperor," he added in Russian. I held my breath. Had the blow fallen?
