"I wonder what is the fundamental reason for spy-mania," said Sylvia. "Is it due to cheap romanticism or a universal sense of guilt? Or is it the opportunity for the first time to give effect to vulgar gossip? I think it's the last, probably. It must be very unpleasant to glorify the meanest vice with the inspiration of a patriotic impulse."
"I said that justice was subordinated to military efficiency."
"Yes, and even slander has a temporary commission and is dressed up in a romantic uniform and armed with anonymous letters. Bullets are not the only things with long noses."
"I suppose you can get away? You have money?" Philidor asked.
"Oh, I'm rich," she declared.
"And your little friend, how is she?"
"She's waiting for me at Avereshti."
Sylvia gave an account of her adventures, and Philidor shook his head.
"But it has all ended satisfactorily," he said.
"I hope so."