"Not _Comrade_," Hank said mildly. "I'm an American."
"What did you want?" she said coolly.
Hank indicated the travel folder he was carrying. "I'd like to take
this tour to Leningrad and Moscow. I've been reading propaganda for
and against Russia as long as I've been able to read and I've finally
decided I want to see for myself. Can I get the tour that leaves
tomorrow?"
She became businesslike as was within her ability. "There is no
country in the world as easy to visit as the Soviet Union, Mr--"
"Stevenson," Hank Kuran said. "Henry Stevenson."
"Stevenson. Fill out these two forms, leave your passport and two
photos and we'll have everything ready in the morning. The _Baltika_
leaves at twelve. The visa will cost ten shillings. What class do you
wish to travel?"
"The cheapest." _And least conspicuous_, Hank added under his breath.
"Third class comes to fifty-five guineas. The tour lasts eighteen days
including the time it takes to get to Leningrad. You have ten days in
Russia."
"I know, I read the folder. Are there any other Americans on the
tour?"