“Then perhaps you will do me a favor on your way home tonight?”
“You have but to ask.”
“I wish to send a message to a young American man who is staying at the Hotel du Lac—you may have seen him?”
Tony nodded.
“I have climb Monte Maggiore wif him. You recommend me; I sank you ver’ moch. Nice man, zat yong American; ver’ good, ver’ simpatico.” He leaned forward with a sudden air of anxiety. “Signorina, you—you like zat yong man?”
“I have only met him twice, but—yes, I like him.”
“You like him better zan me?” His anxiety deepened; he hung upon her words.
She shook her head reassuringly.
“I like you both exactly the same.”
“Signorina, which you like better, zat yong American or ze Signor Lieutenant?”