“Very attractive.”
The Colonel laughed: the doctor keeping the patient’s spirits up. “Blonde or brunette?”
“Blonde.”
“Ah! I must visit Le Jockey. I have missed something. And what happened then?”
“Kopeikin and I left the place. We walked back to the Adler-Palace together where Kopeikin left me to go on to his apartment.”
The Colonel looked humorously astonished. “You left this dancing blonde?”-he snapped his fingers-“just like that? There were no-little games?”
“No. No little games.”
“Ah, but you have told me that you were tired.” He swung round suddenly in his chair to face Kopeikin. “These women-this Arab and this Josette-what do you know of them?”
Kopeikin stroked his chin. “I know Serge, the proprietor of Le Jockey Cabaret. He introduced me to Josette some time ago. She is a Hungarian, I believe. I know nothing against her. The Arab girl is from a house in Alexandria.”
“Very well. We will see about them later.” He turned again to Graham. “Now, Mr. Graham, we shall see what we can find out from you about the enemy. You were tired, you say?”