by Bob Bidecant
Part Six. London. August. 1888.
6.1
‘They have made contact.’ Mikhailovich said as he entered Evdokimoff’s office without knocking.
‘Good, that puts us in control, how did they make the contact?’ the Count asked.
‘A servant was contacted.at the market; she was given a note by a boy. He stuffed it in her hand and ran away.’
‘A servant, which servant?’ asked the Count.
‘The girl that answered the door, Kitty.’ He handed the Count the paper.
‘She brought the note to me straight away.’
‘The Jews think she must have known them if she opened the door to them.’ Said Evdokimoff reading the short note. ‘Damn it, Mikhailovich, you didn’t think about that, did you? How many times have I told you to think about the small details?’
‘Sorry.’
‘Sorry! I’m sorry too, I liked her, she is good worker and a nice girl. Clean it up.’
‘What do you mean?’ Mikhailovich knew exactly what he meant but wanted confirmation.
‘Do you want the Jews to think we opened the front door ourselves and let two assassins in? Use Jaak to kill her and dump the body where it will be found, and, identified. We need them to think we found out she was part of the Circassian plot and got rid of her.’