To which she
had made a most demurely fitting answer, and the conversation thereafter
grew exceedingly confidential. Oh, they were getting on very well indeed
when the Rataplan was reached. And they were still progressing very
well--in a discreetly informal way.
The entrance of Mrs. Clephane and Harleston was unexpected to Mrs.
Spencer; Carpenter was a stranger to her and she had thought nothing of
him; but when he spoke to Harleston, and seemed to know Mrs. Clephane,
she put him on the list of the enemy. She kept him there when Snodgrass
told her his name and position in the Diplomatic Service and that it
was reputed there was no cipher too difficult for him to solve.
"We would better be very circumspect," she said low. "I think that these
two men are here to watch us; they know that I'm in the Secret Service,
of Germany, and they're naturally suspicious of me."
"Carpenter was here when we came in," Snodgrass remarked. "He was
sitting in the lobby. However, if you prefer, I'll let my mail go until
evening."
"We can decide when we're through luncheon," she replied. "Haste is of
vital importance, my instructions say. I had hoped to get away on the
midnight train for New York, and to sail tomorrow for England.
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