“I have invited him to come to the Opera House to-night.”
“See what you can do,” he begged. “I would rather keep away from him myself, if I can. Have you heard anything of Streuss?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Nothing directly,” she replied, “but my rooms have been searched—even my dressing-room at the Opera House. That man’s spies are simply wonderful. He seems able to plant them everywhere. And, David!—”
“Yes, dear?”
“He has got hold of Lassen,” she continued. “I am perfectly certain of it.”
“Then the sooner you get rid of Lassen, the better,” Bellamy declared.
“It is so difficult,” she murmured, in a perplexed tone. “The man has all my affairs in his hands. Up till now, although he is uncomely, and a brute in many ways, he has served me well.”
“If he is Streuss’s creature he must go,” Bellamy insisted.
She nodded.