The Sowers by Henry Seton Merriman Fiction

<p><strong>. . . .Tell her I pray the good God to allow that meeting. </strong>As for Russia her day has not come yet. It will not come in our time my dear friend. We are only the sowers. So much for the future. Now about the past. I have not been idle. I know who stole the papers of the Charity League and sold them. I know who bought them and paid for them. Steinmetz closed the door. He came back to the table. He was not smiling now -- quite the contrary. Tell me he said. I want to know that badly. The Count Lanovitch looked up with a peculiar soft smile -- acquired in prison. There is no mistaking it. Oh I bear no ill will he said. I do answered Steinmetz bluntly. Who stole the papers from Thors?</p>