"Did you wire him from Paris last Thursday?"
"Yes."
"Where did you wire him?"
"At his apartment at Toul."
"All right. He was here on Friday…. Somehow I feel uneasy…. He has a way of smiling too brilliantly…. I suppose, after these experiences I'll remain a suspicious grouch all my life—but his papers were in order… I don't know just why I don't care for that type of man…. You're bound for somewhere or other via Mount Terrible, I understand?"
"Yes."
"This Captain Herts sent three of his own people over the Swiss wire the other evening. Did you know about it?"
McKay looked worried: "I'm sorry," he said. "Captain Herts proposed some such assistance but I declined. It wasn't necessary. Two on such a job are plenty; half-a-dozen endanger it."
Recklow shrugged: "I can't judge, not knowing details. Tell me, if you don't mind; have you been bothered at all so far by Boche agents?"
"Yes," nodded Evelyn Erith.