Manfred laid down the Heraldo di Madrid, removed his eyeglass, rubbed it with a spotless handkerchief, and laughed quietly.
âThese Russians are droll,â he commented.
Poiccart frowned and reached for the newspaper. âWho is itâthis time?â
âA Governor of one of the Southern Provinces.â
âKilled?â
Manfredâs moustache curled in scornful derision ...