"So Fischer has taken you into his confidence, has he?" he murmured. "Well, now, that seems queer to me. I should have thought your interests would have lain the other way."
"As an individual?"
"As an American."
"I am not wholly convinced of that."
"Come," he protested, "what is the use of a friend from whom you are separated by an unnegotiable space?"
"What unnegotiable space?"
"The Atlantic."
"And why is the Atlantic unnegotiable?"
"Because of a little affair called the British fleet," Lutchester pointed out.
"There is also," she reminded him drily, "a German fleet, and they haven't met yet."