“I suppose she was,” remarked The Sparrow reflectively. “But that attempt upon her life puzzles me.”
“Who could have greater motive in killing her out of revenge than the dead man’s son?”
“Agreed. But I am convinced that the lad is innocent. Therefore I gave him our protection.”
“I was travelling abroad at the time, you recollect. When I learnt of the affair through Franklyn about a week afterwards I was amazed. The loss of Yvonne to us is a serious one.”
“Very—I agree. She had done some excellent work—the affair in the Rue Royale, for instance.”
“And the clever ruse by which she got those emeralds of the Roumanian princess. The Vienna police are still searching for her—after three years,” laughed the companion of the chief of the international organization, whose word was law in the criminal underworld of Europe.
“Knowing what you did regarding the knowledge of old Mr. Henfrey’s death possessed by Lisette, I have been surprised that you placed her beneath your protection.”
“If she had been arrested she might have told some very unpleasant truths, in order to save herself,” The Sparrow remarked, “so I chose the latter evil.”
“Young Henfrey met her. I wonder whether she told him anything?”
“No. I questioned her. She was discreet, it seems. Or at least, she declares that she was.”