"You wear German shoes."
The officer's brilliant smile wrinkled his good-looking features:
"There was some little loot: I'm wearing my share."
Recklow nodded and let his cold eyes rest on the identification papers.
Then, slowly, and without a word, he passed them back over the desk.
The Intelligence Officer stuffed them carelessly into his side-pocket.
"I thought I'd come over instead of wiring or 'phoning. Our people have not come through yet, have they?"
"Which people, sir?"
"McKay and Miss Erith."
"No, not yet."
The officer mused for a moment, then: "They wired me from Paris yesterday, so they're all right so far. You'll see to it personally that they get through the Swiss wire, won't you?"