"Why?" asked the man with the gun.
"He has everything—the code, the plans, everything."
"Get them!" commanded the man.
"But he's armed," she explained.
A sneer crossed the other's impassive face.
"What if he is? Take his gun; take everything!"
The woman stepped close to where I stood. Again I came within the radius of her perfumes. I could even feel her breath on my face. Her movements were more than ever panther-like as she went through my pockets, one by one. Yet her flashing and dextrous hands found no revolver, for the simple reason there was none to find. This puzzled and worried her.
"Hurry up!" commanded the man covering me.
She stepped back and to one side, with the packet in her hand.
"Now close the windows!" ordered the man.