“Down to a basement.�
“What’s in it?�
“Rooms, where some of the embassy’s staff spend the day. There’s no one there at night. The guards are outside. One watchman stays by the safe. He usually sleeps from three to four-thirty. He gets coffee, then, from a woman who brings it to him.�
Fay glanced at her without betraying his mood.
“This packet Sir Richard told me about?� he asked. “This cipher’s key, done up in paper with string around it and a name across one corner, is where, Saidee?�
“On a top shelf in the keister. You’ll have to go through the day-door, the outer door and the keister door before you reach it.�
Fay arched his brows and leaned over toward her. “What’s upstairs?� he inquired.
“More rooms and offices. Sometimes the embassy’s staff work all night in the front chambers. You can usually tell by a light in the front. If there’s no light then the staff has completed its work and gone home.�
“Very precise, Saidee. You’re clearing up things, nicely. Also, you’ve been there for the Yard. Nothing on this earth could make me believe that you haven’t.�
“Finish your tea,� she said, “and come into the other room.�