At the mere mention of the name, I felt a sort of start in Miss
Lowe, who was seated next to me in the taxicab. She had quickly
recovered herself, but not before I saw that Kennedy's plan of
breaking down the last barrier of her reserve was working.

"She is one of them, too," Burke nodded. "I have had my men out
shadowing them and their friends. They tell me that the Annenbergs
hold salons--I suppose you would call them that--attended by
numbers of men and women of high social and intellectual position
who dabble in radicalism and all sorts of things." "Who are the
other leaders?" asked Craig. "Have you any idea?"

"Some idea," returned Burke. "There seems to be a Frenchman, a
tall, wiry man of forty-five or fifty with a black mustache which
once had a military twist. There are a couple of Englishmen. Then
there are five or six Americans who seem to be active. One, I
believe, is a young woman."

Kennedy checked him with a covert glance, but did not betray by a
movement of a muscle to Miss Lowe that either Burke or himself
suspected her of being the young woman in question.

"There are three Russians," continued Burke, "all of whom have
escaped from Siberia. Then there is at least one Austrian, a
Spaniard from the Ferrer school, and Tomasso and Enrico, two
Italians, rather heavily built, swarthy, bearded. They look the
part. Of course there are others. But these in the main, I think,
compose what might be called 'the inner circle' of the 'Group.'"