“Oh, yes, he's all packed. Been paid off, too, I believe, for he was sporting a roll of bills.”
“And he is to see Mazi—when?”
“This evening.”
“Very good. Now I don't want you to let him out of your sight. Stick to him like a life insurance agent on the trail of a prospect. Don't let him suspect, of course, but follow him when he goes to see the pretty little French girl to-night, and stay within call.”
“Very good. Is that all?”
“For now, yes.”
“What are you going to do, Colonel?”
“Me? I'm going fishing. I haven't thrown a line in over a week, and I'm afraid I'll forget how. Yes, I'm going fishing, but I'll see you some time to-night.”
And a little later Shag was electrified by his master's call:
“Get things ready!”