Baumann gently flourished his hand.
“We leave that with every confidence to you, my dear Colonel.”
Gerard pushed his chair back.
“Oh, you do, do you! I don’t know that I’ve the type of brain for that job,” he said, and thought disconsolately how often he had jeered at the officers who simply passed everything that wasn’t in “the book.” He would very much have liked to take the same line now. “How does this fellow Bartels get his twelve thousand pounds?”
“Through Tetuan probably. We don’t quite know,” said Baumann.
“And where exactly is his camp on the map?” Gerard asked next.
“We are not sure. We can give you, of course, a general idea.”
“We have nobody amongst his two thousand men, then?”
“Not a soul. So, you see, you have a clear field.”
“Yes, I see that, and I need hardly say that I am very grateful,” said De Montignac.