"Go on!"
"There's no 'go on,'" he explained. "Nor would it help matters if there
were. This letter is spurious; there is nothing to find from it, even if
we could translate it. It's intended as a plant; either for us or for
the Marquis; but I fancy, for us--so with your permission we will waste
no time on it further than to keep alert for its purpose. When were you
to receive the five thousand dollars?"
"I don't know!" she laughed.
"And the appointment to the German Secret Service?"
"I don't know; she didn't say and I didn't ask. I was too much occupied
with meeting her on her own ground and playing the game. I was crazy to
get the letter so I could show it to you."
"Which doubtless was what she too wanted; I can't see through her
scheme--unless it is to muddy the water while the main play is being
pulled off. And our men haven't discovered a single material thing,
though they have had Spencer and all the rest of the gang under shadow
since the morning after the cab affair."
The telephone buzzed. Mrs. Clephane answered it.
"Yes, Mr. Harleston is here," she said, passing the receiver to him.
"Hello!" said Harleston.
"Can you make it convenient to drop around here sometime this evening?"
Major Ranleigh inquired.
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