“An agent—I don’t understand.”
“A Department agent,” explained Mr. Fleck, adding, “engaged in secret service work for the government.”
“Oh!”
Jane’s exclamation was not so much of surprise as of delighted realization, and the satisfaction expressed in her face was by no means lost on Mr. Fleck.
“Would you object,” he asked, moving his chair a little closer to hers, “if, before I explain why you are here, I ask you a few questions—very personal questions?”
“Certainly not,” said Jane.
“You are American-born, of course?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And your parents?”
“American for ten or twelve generations.”