"Am I indeed!" she exclaimed. "And whom, pray?"
"That I will tell you at Washington," Lutchester promised.
"You know his name, then?"
"I know him intimately," was the cool reply. "What about our dinner to-night?"
"We are going to dine with Mr. Fischer," Pamela decided.
"I really don't think so," Lutchester objected. "For one thing, Mr.
Fischer will probably have to attend the police court again later on."
"What about?"
"For having hired a famous murderer to try and get rid of me."
Lutchester explained suavely.
"Do you really believe that?" Pamela scoffed. "Why should he want to get rid of you? What harm can you do him?"
"I am trying to find out," Lutchester replied grimly. "Still, since you ask the question, the pocketbook which is on its way to Germany, and which I picked up when Nikasti was taken ill—"