"No, Baron." The chauffeur saluted. "Any orders?"
"A moment," broke in von Mueller. "I will be at the Whitney residence tonight, Heinrich; see that I am admitted," he added, observing the slight change in the chauffeur's expression.
"It can be arranged, Herr Captain," hastily. "I was but thinking of
Julie—the French she-devil. Should she come …"
"She will not return." Von Mueller spoke with confidence. "I have convinced her that she will better protect Miss Whitney by remaining in hiding, thus directing attention to herself as the criminal."
"But will she not read the papers?" touching the Times.
"No; the landlady will keep them from her."
"The police are ransacking the town for her," persisted Heinrich.
"They will not find Julie"—von Mueller lowered his voice. "They never investigate Robinson's."
"So!" Von Fincke elevated his eyebrows, and his smile was not pleasant.