He
was taking off his overcoat when I entered the office.
"Be careful of that woman," he whispered in my ear. "She is dangerous."
I nodded.
"She is Hirsch's wife," I remarked.
"She passes as such, I know," he answered. "I have come across her once
or twice in my time. She is cleverer than she seems, and she is
dangerous. Any news?"
"We have a fresh ally," I answered. "She goes to Paris this afternoon."
"Miss Van Hoyt?" he exclaimed.
"Yes!"
He glanced at a calendar.
"Good luck to her!" he answered. "We will talk later. Go back into the
restaurant."
I obeyed him, and almost immediately Madame called me to her side.
"I have a message for you," she whispered in my ear.
"You are to be at Max Sonneberg's rifle gallery at four o'clock this
afternoon."
"From your husband?" I asked.
"So! You will be there?"
"Certainly! Where is it?" I asked.
"18, Old Compton Street," she answered. "Afterwards--"
She hesitated. I stood before her in an attitude of respectful attention.
"You like to come and drink a glass of beer with me?" she asked.
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