The Sowers by Henry Seton Merriman, Fiction - Henry Merriman Seton

". . . .Tell her I pray the good God to allow that meeting. 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?"