Director of Military Intelligence but he can press a pair of trousers with any man."
He gave his orders briefly, and turned to his companion.
"First of all, let me interrogate you. You are on your way to Petrograd?"
"Yes—I am on my way home. During the war I have been controlling allied supplies in Little Russia—the Revolution stopped that."
"Fortunate man—to have a country," said General Malinkoff, and he spoke seriously and without bitterness. "A country and an army—coherent, disciplined comrades in arms."
He shrugged his padded shoulders.
"Yes—you are on your way to your home? It will take you months to leave the country—if you ever leave it. I tried to leave last month. I am a reactionary with a leaning toward discipline. I cannot breathe the air of democracy. I used to think I had Liberal ideas. There was a time when I thought that a day would dawn when the world would be a great United States of Free People. Ah, well—I am still a reactionary."
Malcolm knew that behind those grave eyes was a world of laughter, that beneath the solemn words was a gentle irony, and yet for the while he could not distinguish how much of tragedy there was in the man's fun.
