The man looked evilly at her, his heavy, fat chin set square.
“But we shall get him, never fear. With a little bird-lime as attractive as this—”
He broke off and jerked his head in the direction of Barbara.
“... I shall do the rest!” he added.
“Ah!”
Mrs. Malplaquet drew a deep sigh of admiration.
“That’s a clever idea. He is so rusé, this Strangwise. You are quite right, Bellward, he never admits himself beaten. And he never is! But tell me,” she added, “what about Nur-el-Din? They’ll nab her, eh?”
“Unless our British friends are even more inefficient than I believe them to be, they most certainly will,” he replied.
“And then?”
Bellward shrugged his shoulders and spread wide his hands.