"'What, then?'
"'I was going to say, why should she have any doctor at all? Your friend,' the chief told her, 'has it in her power, so Mr. Singleton imagines, to do us some little service. If she won't, what's the good of her? Whether she could do us this particular service, since that isn't what you've come about, we'll leave unconsidered. What there's no doubt about is her power to do us harm. Your friend has got to be suppressed.' And he shut that mouth of his like a steel trap.
"'Suppressed!' She stared at him. Can't you see her? 'Suppressed? How?'
"'Ah, that's been the problem. Not with me. I've known from the beginning there was only one way.'
"'Only one way? You mean to murder her?'
"The chief blinked several times at that. He hasn't got over blinking yet, by Jove! He says she went straight from there to the American embassy. Before she got any one to see her, the ambassador had been telephoned to. So that's all right; but my chance is gone. Schwarzenberg is to have her final hearing on Thursday."
"Is it likely to go against her?"
"Likely? Sure."
The butler came in with a folded half-sheet of note-paper on a tray. Napier opened it.
Get rid of him, please, Gavan. I will wait.
N. E.