“A good thing, too, sir,” said Jack. “None of them will molest us, unless it is the doughty lieutenant himself.”
“We don’t need to worry about him, I guess,” said Lord Hastings. “Now we must get busy. I wonder——” as a sudden thought struck him, “if your friend,” he turned to Frank, “the young lady, I mean, couldn’t give us, or get for us, the information we desire.”
“I guess she could, sir,” replied Frank, “if we could find her.”
“She probably is still in the café,” said Jack.
“And so probably is Lieutenant Holzen,” replied Frank dryly.
“True,” said Lord Hastings. “We can’t afford to risk another encounter. Guess we’ll have to hunt up the place she lives. All we have to do is ask where Mademoiselle—by the way, Frank, what is her name?”
“I don’t know, sir. She didn’t tell me.”
“What?” exclaimed Lord Hastings in surprise. “You are a nice gallant, you are. So you failed to find out her name, eh?”
“Yes, sir. She was just going to tell me when the music stopped.”
Jack laughed.