“I suppose so. But who is she? Where does she come from? What is her name?”
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“She came from Chicago, I suppose.”
“You suppose; and you don’t know even her name and intend to try to be her!”
“It’s possible, Gerry; oh it’s possible, truly. You see I don’t believe the Germans here in Paris, or those who’ll meet me in Switzerland, know who I’m supposed to be.”
“What do you think they’ll know?”
“That the girl who’s here going under the name of Cynthia Gail, and doing the work I’m doing, is really one of themselves and that she’ll appear in Lucerne. Those are the essentials; and so far as I’ve been able to observe the German-spy system—and you see I’ve been a part of it for a while——”
“Yes; I see.”
“—it seems pretty well reduced to communicating just essentials. Of course I’ve prepared a German-American name and identity for myself. If they really know anything in Germany about the girl whom their Chicago people sent here, they’ll have me; but if they don’t, I’ll get on. That’s the part I’ve really been preparing myself for all these months, Gerry; just being Cynthia Gail here was—nothing.”