"Ah, good evening, Mademoiselle Nadiboff," murmured M. Lemaire, as he bent low before the handsome young woman. "I am charmed."
Then he murmured, in a low tone, swiftly:
"Yonder are, the two boys. Jack Benson is the one you will interest. You, Sara, know the arts of conversation well enough. Make him your slave, until he is willing to tell all that we want to know. Invite him to drive with you in your auto car to-morrow. But, bah! You will know how to make him talk!"
All this was said swiftly, unheard by anyone else. Then M. Lemaire, having appeared hardly to pause, passed on.
A minute later Mademoiselle Nadiboff was chatting laughingly with
Lieutenant Featherstone.
"Who are those two young men over there?" questioned the young woman.
"Are they of the Navy?"
"No, though related to us in interest," replied the lieutenant. "They are the captain and chief engineer of the submarine that arrived this afternoon. Youthful, aren't they?"
"Very," agreed Mademoiselle Sara. "But I like their faces. You will present me, will you not, Lieutenant?"
"Gladly."
So Jack and Hal found themselves bowing before the handsome young foreigner. Mlle. Sara had the appearance of being, equally interested in both of them, though she soon managed, with her social arts, in drawing somewhat aside with Jack Benson.