These amateurs who are in
league with the secret service are the devil! I would as soon resign.
What with them and the regular secret service, Paris is an impossible
city for us. Where we would watch we are watched ourselves. The streets
and cafes bristle with spies! I do not wonder that you find success so
difficult, Mademoiselle!"
"I haven't done so badly!" she protested.
"No, for you have not been set easy tasks. Can you tell me, though,
where that young Englishman disappeared to when he left the Cafe
Montmartre before your very eyes? Can you tell me whether the secret
service got hold of his story, how much the French Government believed
of it, whether they have communicated with the English Government, and
how much they know? Beyond these things, it is not your province to see,
or mine, Mademoiselle, and it is not for us to guess at or inquire into
the meaning of things. Tell me, is it worth while to have this man
Pelham put out of the way for a time?"
She shook her head.
"I do not think so," she answered. "He is quite stupid. The other, Sir
George Duncombe, he was different. If he had stayed in Paris he would
have been worth watching.
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