"Quiet, I think you mean, Mademoiselle," interposed Jack. "Hal's worst enemy, if he had one, would hardly call him dull."
"Anyway, my Captain," murmured the young woman, "he does not interest me, and I do want a few words with you."
"This charming young spy," muttered Benson quickly, to himself, "is beginning to feel that I'm not enough interested to be coaxed away from my duty by flatteries. I take it she means to show her real hand, and try to play it in earnest. If that's the case, I want to know what she is going to say."
Aloud he replied:
"It will be easy enough to send my friend away with the others, Mademoiselle. When we reach the automobile all I shall have to do will be to look straight at him."
"Ah! You have a code of signals—you two?" Mlle. Nadiboff laughed, delightedly.
"A code?" repeated Jack. "No; we have never needed one. But my chum is an unusually bright and quick young man."
CHAPTER IX
"DOG, WHO IS YOUR MASTER?"
Seeing Jack and the young Russian woman so interested in their talk, the others had gradually strolled away from them.