I held the match to his cigar and he pulled at it, keeping his eyes the while on me. “You seem in a hurry,” I answered, laughing in my turn.
“Immediate,” came the due response.
“Your name?”
Up went his left hand as he gave me the sign. “In the eye of God.”
I thrust out my hand.
He looked at me steadily and would not take it. It was proof enough.
“Did you give notice of the raid?”
He nodded. “Yes. If you don’t wish to go to the Department, we’ll get into one of these crowds; you can knock me over and get away.”
I thought quickly. “I don’t think it matters. But you can help me in a much more important affair. Have we a friend in Colonel Bremenhof’s house—his private house?”
“I am there myself,” he answered, with his dry smile.