“Enough of this,” interposed Lord Hastings. “No matter whether she told the truth or not, we are in danger. If she didn’t tell the truth we are likely to be set upon at any moment and if she did the German officer probably will make trouble. The best thing we can do is get out of here.”
He signaled the waiter and paid the check.
“Come,” he said and got to his feet.
The waiter brought their hats and cloaks and Lord Hastings moved toward the door. Jack followed him and Frank came last.
On the way to the door it was necessary to pass the table at which the German officer and his companions were seated. Lord Hastings walked by without a glance, as did Jack. Frank would have followed, but the German suddenly jumped to his feet and confronted him with an imprecation.
“Stand aside,” said Frank quietly.
The German made no move to comply. At first Frank thought of pushing the man away; then changed his mind, for he realized that such an act would draw all eyes to them. The best plan was to get by quietly if possible.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It is my belief that you are a spy,” declared the German.
“Yes?” said Frank inquiringly. “Well, sir, every man has a right to his own opinion; you as well as another.”