“This interview was to be private,” I said quickly.
“I have come to take part in it, monsieur. I have something to say that will interest you both, and probably affect your decision.”
“I do not welcome the intrusion,” I declared.
“And I have nothing to say to my gaoler,” said Helga.
I thrust one of the two chairs over to him, and pulling the small table towards me, sat down on it between him and Helga.
“You omitted to tell me to-day that you had already seen mademoiselle, and that she had refused your offer.”
“It was not necessary—then. Now, however, it is different. I will be frank with you. I sent you here that I might have your rooms at the hotel searched, and your movements to-day ascertained.”
“Mademoiselle, knowing you, had already told me that was probably your object. I assured her that you would gain nothing, unless you called at a certain Embassy.”
“And you were right, monsieur,” he answered, quite unmoved. “I admit your caution and admire it. It has confirmed my opinion of your strength in this.”
“Well?”