“Thank you. I should like all the information you care to give me; but it may amuse you to know that I have seen the gentleman before.”
“That is possible,” remarked the old man, who never evinced surprise in any circumstances.
“I expect to see him here within a few days.”
Count von Stroebel held up his empty glass and studied it attentively, while he waited for Armitage to explain why he expected to see Rambaud in Geneva.
“He is interested in a certain young woman. She reached here yesterday; and Rambaud, alias Chauvenet, is quite likely to arrive within a day or so.”
“Jules Chauvenet is the correct name. I must inform my men,” said the minister.
“You wish to arrest him?”
“You ought to know me better than that, Mr. John Armitage! Of course I shall not arrest him! But I must get that packet. I can’t have it peddled all over Europe, and I can’t advertise my business by having him arrested here. If I could catch him once in Vienna I should know what to do with him! He and Winkelried got hold of our plans in that Bulgarian affair last year and checkmated me. He carries his wares to the best buyers—Berlin and St. Petersburg. So there’s a woman, is there? I’ve found that there usually is!”
“There’s a very charming young American girl, to be more exact.”
The old man growled and eyed Armitage sharply, while Armitage studied the photograph.