kolinsky, with a sphynx-like face, sat gazing steadily at a point on the floor slightly beyond his extended feet.
kolinsky smiled at the other's undisguised astonishment that he would admit so much.
Finally in desperation the sub-chief had demanded that kolinsky furnish a more practical scheme.
kolinsky, how long have you been a member of the White Police?
kolinsky, you know what will happen should you desert us when once in Krovitch?
kolinsky, with leisurely indulgence, looked up while the sneering smile deepened the lines about his mouth.
kolinsky shifted his chair close to that of the other man to whisper long and earnestly in his ear.
kolinsky's tone of voice echoed the other's, whose hand was held out hesitatingly across the table for the papers.