"Gilbert," I whispered, "who was that?"
"Count Metterheim—he is on the military staff at the German Embassy.
Why?"
I looked around. Count Metterheim had passed into the smoking-room, and there was no one else within ear-shot.
"He is also," I said, "on the committee of the No. 1 Branch of the
Waiters' Union. I have been up before him at the Café Suisse!"
CHAPTER XXXVI
AN URGENT WARNING
Madame came alone to luncheon the next morning, and beckoned me to her table. "Well," she said, with her black eyes fixed steadily upon mine, "you are of the same mind, eh?"
I bowed.
"I prefer to think," I said, "that you were joking yesterday."
"So!" she answered, and began to eat. I gathered that I was dismissed.
But presently she called me back again.