"Well, I'm supposed to be disinterested in this," said Mr. Spokesly with a slight smile. "I mean, I will say she's been straight about it."
"About what?" said Mr. Dainopoulos, somewhat mystified.
"That sweetheart she had, who went away."
"Oh, him! He's gone."
"She reckons he's in Athens."
"She reckons anything she hears and she can believe anything she wants. It don't hurt nobody."
"That's right, but what do you think?"
"Nothin'. What's it got to do with me? I'd be a fine sorta fool to mix up with her business, me doing business with the English Army, eh? Whatta you think I am?"
"She's neutral, I suppose."
"Yes, but he ain't. He was assistant vice-consul and he used to go aboard the ships and talk his English. He was in London years. Talks English better than you do. And he was sendin' reports all the time in the Consul's bag." Mr. Dainopoulos gave a curt chuckle. "Nothin' to do with me. They thought he was a Y. M. C. A. feller. Made them laugh. And they used to tell him where they been and where they was goin'.... Yes, he was all over the place. She's crazy about him, I know. But he's forgot all about her long ago. You no need to worry about him."