"We have been very fortunate," I answered.
"And why," she asked, "are you dressed like a somewhat seedy-looking foreigner?"
"I am the head-waiter at the Café Suisse," I answered.
"Where is that?"
"In Soho! Guest—my uncle—is the proprietor."
"Listen, Jim!" she said. "Do not tell me why you are there, or what you are doing. I suppose I ought to be working on the other side—but I shall not. What I was going to do for the sake of you dead, I shall do now for the sake of you living. You and I are allies!"
"Pour la vie!" I answered, kissing her fingers; "you see even Nagaski is becoming reconciled to me."
She smiled and patted his head.
"At any rate," she said, "but for him I should not have found you! I wonder—"
I answered her unspoken question.