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his face was concealed I could not gauge X's reaction, but he muttered something in cold Nikolayan to his colleagues, and no weapons were drawn, though the hands stayed fast. Cameras clicked about us.
"Mistaken identity," he said to me through his hat. "These names mean nothing." But he did not press on at once. His aides immediately ringed us to keep off the journalism-majors who sought a statement about his interview with Chancellor Rexford.
"I know who you are and why you wanted your son arrested," I said.
"There are nosons in Nikolay col," he replied; "all men are brothers."
"Then you may be interested to hear that your brother Leonid took poison recently -- nearly a whole bottle of eradicator."
For just an instant he uncovered his blank gray eyes, then hid behind his hat again and said tersely: "He is no more then, this stranger you mention."
I replied that Leonid was, fortunately, "more" indeed -- more
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