I shook my head.
"I know what you think," she continued, her black eyes upraised to mine.
"You think that after all I am not so very lonely. Perhaps you are right.
My good man he is much older than I. Sometimes he is very tiresome."
I murmured my sympathy. Just at that moment, Guest entered and passed through to the little office, all smiles and bows—the typical restaurateur. Madame eyed him keenly.
"It is your uncle, the new proprietor, is it not?" she asked.
I nodded, and left her on the pretext of a summons from another table. Something in Guest's look had told me that he wished to speak to me. He was taking off his overcoat when I entered the office.
"Be careful of that woman," he whispered in my ear. "She is dangerous."
I nodded.
"She is Hirsch's wife," I remarked.
"She passes as such, I know," he answered. "I have come across her once or twice in my time. She is cleverer than she seems, and she is dangerous. Any news?"
"We have a fresh ally," I answered. "She goes to Paris this afternoon."