“And the information?” she asked.

“I want,” he said slowly, “to be able to connect the young man who came in and pretended to be a stranger, and who has just been having tea with you—I mean Mr. Bertrand Saton—I want to connect him with your establishment, and also with a little office where some very strange business has been transacted during the last few months. You know where I mean. What do you say? Shall we have a talk?”

She walked by his side along Piccadilly.

“We may as well,” she said. “We’ll go into the Café Royal and sit down.”


CHAPTER XXXV

ON LOIS’ BIRTHDAY

Lois is late this morning,” Vandermere remarked, looking up at the clock.