"No! It is too bad! Well, don't give up hope." He turned to O'Keefe.
"Lieutenant, I would like to speak to you--alone!" "I've no secrets from Goodwin," answered O'Keefe.
"So ?" queried Marakinoff, suavely.

He bent, whispered to Larry.
The Irishman started, eyed him with a certain shocked incredulity, then turned to me.
"Just a minute, Doc!" he said, and I caught the suspicion of a wink.
They drew aside, out of ear-shot.

The Russian talked rapidly.

Larry was all attention.

Marakinoff's earnestness became intense; O'Keefe interrupted--appeared to question.