“Siberia off then?” he asked, in a matter of fact tone.
“Don’t know yet. By the way, could you take something to my father for me?”
“Those papers?”
“You’re very quick, M. Siegel,” laughed Helga.
“My dear Mrs. Denver, I’d do anything in the world to oblige you; but this is a large order. Can’t risk another arrest just now. What’s up, Harper?”
“I want those papers got safely to New York.”
“I can do better than take ’em; tell you how to get ’em over safely. They wouldn’t be safe with me.”
“How do you mean?”
“Why, get Marvyn to send ’em as Embassy business.”
“Great Scott, I never thought of it,” I exclaimed.