“But who is she? Tell me the truth,” I urged.
“She’s somebody you ought not to know, Ewart,” replied “The President.” “She can do you no good—only harm.”
“How?”
“Well, I tell you this much, that I wouldn’t care to run the risk of taking her about as you are doing.”
“You’re talking in riddles. Why not?” I queried.
“Because, as I’ve already told you, it’s dangerous—very dangerous.”
“You mean that she knows who and what we are?”
“She knows more than you think. I wouldn’t trust her as far as I could see her. Would you, Raoul?” he asked his companion.
“But surely she hasn’t long been out of the schoolroom.”
“Schoolroom!” echoed Regnier. And both men burst out laughing.