As far as the shadow saw,
there was no letter or papers passed--only conversation. And what he
managed to overhear of it was seemingly quite innocent of value to us.
He called her Madeline and she called him Billy, which isn't his name,
and invited him to Paris; so they must be pretty well acquainted. They
are to meet at one o'clock tomorrow. That's the first matter to report.
The second is that Marston is spying around the French Embassy. He has
walked up Sixteenth Street frequently since four o'clock, and never once
glanced at the big marble mansion when he thought anyone was looking.
His eyes were busy enough other times. Also he visited, after dark,
Paublo's Eating-House in the Division, and had a talk with
Jimmy-the-Snake--a professional burglar of the best class. We are
watching The Snake, of course. Something will be done at the French
Embassy tonight, I imagine. Finally, at nine o'clock, Marston went to
Carpenter's residence and was admitted. He came out fifteen minutes
later, and returned to the Chateau. I assume that Carpenter will tell
you of this errand."
Harleston nodded.
"What shall be done as to Snodgrass--also as to Mrs. Spencer and one
o'clock tomorrow?" Ranleigh asked. "Do you wish me to prevent the
meeting?"
"No," said Harleston, after a little consideration; "simply keep them in
view and follow them.
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