"Shall I give you the key?"
"If you love Karl as little as I…."
"But where do you suppose the good man is, this night of nights?"
"Who knows? He was not here when I arrived at midnight. I have seen nothing of him since."
"When you do—if he shows himself at all—look him over carefully for signs of wear and tear."
"Yes, monsieur? And in what respect?"
"Look for cuts about his head and hands, possibly elsewhere. And should he confess to an affair with a wind-shield in a motor accident, ask him what happened to the study window in the house at Ninety-fifth Street."
Impish glee danced in the woman's eyes. "Your handiwork, dear friend?"
"A mere beginning…. You may tell him so, if you like."
He was subjected to a convulsive squeeze. "Never have I felt so kindly disposed toward an enemy!"