“And see also that if it had not been for your sharp woman’s wit I should have tumbled into his trap again. You are wonderful, Helga.”
“There is nothing wonderful in such a guess. I know him. The question is what to do with the papers?”
“They shall go to New York,” I said promptly.
“But how?”
As if to suggest an answer to her question Frank Siegel came hurrying into the room saying as he shook hands—
“Can give you just five minutes; been cabled for, and am off for home in an hour. Going to join our people in New York.”
Helga and I exchanged looks.
“Leaving ’Frisco?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Same people, same papers, different place, that’s all, except that it’s better.”
“I’m glad. Hope we shall follow you soon.”