"It will be all right one way or the other."
"Yes; but if you could really travel by the mail a few hours would end everything. I shall be so anxious."
"Of course your mother mustn't know anything about Nessa leaving."
"She's in bed, after yesterday's upset. So that will be all right."
"Not really ill?"
"Oh, no; only a bad headache. Nessa and I are booked for a concert this evening, and I shall tell the servants not to sit up for us, so that she won't be missed till to-morrow morning; and by that time you two ought to be in Holland;" and with that I set off to interview the tricky old Jew in the Futtenplatz.
CHAPTER XVIII
A SINISTER DEVELOPMENT
On the way to the Futtenplatz I made up a little fairy tale to account for my visit to the Jew, Graun. I didn't like the job, and what Rosa had told me about his relations with the police didn't make it any pleasanter.