Of course he could cause her to be apprehended by the police, yet such
a course was unthinkable; it would violate every rule of the game; it
would complicate relations with Germany, and afford her adequate ground
for reprisals on our secret agents. A certain code of honour obtained
with nations, as well as with criminals.
As he opened the door, the telephone rang. He took up the receiver.
"Hello!" he said.
"Is that you, Mr. Harleston?" came a soft voice.
"It is Madame X!" he smiled.
"Still Madame X?" she inflected.
"Only to one person."
"And to her no longer," she returned. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking about coming down to dine with you."
"Just what I was about to ask of you. Come at seven--to my apartment. I
have something important to discuss."
"So have I," he replied. "I'll be along in an hour, or sooner if you
want me."
"I want you, Mr. Harleston," she laughed, "but I can wait an hour, I
suppose."
"Which may mean much or little," he replied.
"Just so.--You may try your diplomatic methods on solving the problem."
"My methods or my mind?" he asked.
"Your mental methods," she replied.
"I pass!" he exclaimed. "You may explain at dinner."
"Meanwhile, I recommend you to your diplomatic mind.
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