“She left Paris before I went to London. I have no idea of her whereabouts.”
“You do not suspect that she was in London at the same time as yourself?” he asked. “I mean, you saw nothing of her?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
“And on the several occasions when you called upon her in the Rue de Courcelles you gave her no idea of the policy which His Excellency was pursuing? I know you visited her several times, for, suspecting her, I had placed a watch upon her movements.”
“I told her absolutely nothing,” I answered, annoyed that this man should think fit to spy upon me.
“Strange,” he said thoughtfully. “Now that is really very strange, because her subsequent actions would appear to give colour to the theory that she learnt from you some secret which she was strenuously endeavouring to obtain.”
“I don’t quite follow you.”
“Well, I have ascertained that the French Ambassador in Berlin has been receiving full reports of the progress of our actions regarding Ceuta.”
“From her?” I asked quickly.
“Not exactly from her, but through her.”