"Save myself from what, eh? Just let me get wise about it."
Pamela's eyebrows were daintily elevated.
"Dear me!" she murmured. "I thought you were more intelligent. Listen. You know where we met last? Let me remind you. You were playing in the Winter Garden at Berlin, and the gentleman whom I was with, an attache at the American Embassy, spoke to you. He told me a good deal about your past life, Joseph, and your present one. You are in the pay of the Secret Service of Germany. Am I to go to Scotland Yard and tell them so?"
He looked at her wickedly.
"You'd have to get out of here first."
"Don't be silly," she advised him contemptuously. "Remember you're talking to an American woman and don't waste your breath. You can be in the Secret Service of any country you like, without interference from me. On the other hand, there's just one thing I want from you."
"What is it? I haven't got any key."
"I want to discover exactly what has become of Captain Graham," she declared.
"What, the guy that missed his lunch to-day?" he growled.
"I see you know all about it," she continued equably.