She merely nodded.
"Then that is your rôle?"
"I presume so," she said frankly.
"Who are you going to decoy?" I asked, and I felt that my voice was harsh.
"Ask Herr Tiel," she answered.
"Not that gross brute Ashington surely!"
She shook her head emphatically, and I felt a little relieved.
"You have seen for yourself that he needs no further decoying," she said.
"Then it must be some even higher game you're to be flown at."
"I wonder!" she said, and smiled a little.