"The stewardess spied on the deck steward, Ridder. They were all watching each other on that ship. And everybody watched you and the American. Ridder told me to follow you to the American Consulate."
"Who are you?"
"I served as one of the waiters in the saloon. Grätz knows me. If you are carrying any papers of value be careful."
"What do you mean?"
"Ridder gave you some papers. The stewardess saw him. She came ashore and watched you while your luggage was being inspected. She knows you have driven to the American Consulate. Your porter told her—the fool! Do you know what she is up to?"
"I—I can—guess. I think you had better go—quick!" she added as the Consulate door opened and Guild came out. And she fumbled in her purse for a coin, thrust it hastily through the window, and turned in confusion to meet the young man's sternly questioning eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked bluntly.
"A man—begging."
"For what, Karen? For money or information?"
The girl winced and avoided his gaze. The cab wheeled in a short circle and moved off through the rain again.