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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV Two out of the three writing-desks in the large room set aside for the Prefect's three private secretaries were unoccupied. At the third, the sole occupant of the room, sat Baruch, turning over voluminous papers and busily making notes. He rose and remained standing as the door opened and the Prefect entered. " I have something to tell you that will please you, Volkmann," said the Prefect, pleasantly. Baruch bowed, waiting for the other to continue. " I have an inquiry from the Minister of the Interior for the name of the official who drew up the report on the condition of the South-Russian iron industry. He is very pleased with it. He writes it is capitally done. Possibly it may mean a decoration for you." Baruch bowed again. " I am delighted to know that I have done my duty acceptably, your Excellency," he said quietly. " The knowledge is sufficient recompense for me." The Prefect assumed an air of mock displeasure. " That is the worst of you, Volkmann?your fondness for commonplaces," he said genially. " As if you could make me believe that you would not much sooner have the decoration. However, you are quite right. No man can hope to be a good servant if he does not know how to play the hypocrite to his master." " Who is indulging in commonplaces now, your Excellency ? " asked Baruch, smiling. The Prefect laughed. " Ah, well, I'll never get the better of you." He paused abruptly, drew out his watch, and looked about him. His face clouded. " Half-past eleven?and you here all alone. Where are Onogran and de Gorski? Haven't they been in yet?" " No, your Excellency," said Baruch. " But I was just about to hand your Excellency two letters addressed to you in their handwriting." The Prefect opened and glanced through them, a con...