“The truth is, Lanny, I have no idea what they did before the armistice. I suppose they were doing everything they could to help the Fatherland. But now they are trying to soften the French government by promoting political opposition. We have such troubles to deal with at home, and why shouldn't the French have their share?”
“That's all right with me,” said the French-American, with a grin.
X
They had come to the embankment of the Seine, and were walking along the quais, close together, talking low, with wind and pelting rain to absorb their voices. When a passer-by came, they fell silent until he was gone. Lanny was thinking busily: “What shall I do? Kurt can't stay out on a night like this.” Already the rain was turning to sleet.
“Let's get down to the problem,” he said. “I can't take you to my rooms, because I share them with two other fellows. I can't take you to my uncle, because the police may have him already.”
“That is true.”
“Wherever we go, we'll have to take somebody into our confidence. It wouldn't be decent to introduce you under a false name. One can't play a trick like that on one's friends.”
“I suppose hot.”
“I believe Mrs. Chattersworth would be sympathetic, but she has so much company, and you'd have to meet people, otherwise the servants would think it strange.”
“The servants will make trouble anywhere.”