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