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"Gilbert," I said slowly, "we are up against an _impasse_. I shall go
back and consult with Guest. He is the most resourceful man I know. He
may be able to suggest something."
Gilbert did not attempt to detain me. We walked together across the hall
of the club, of which I, too, by the bye, was a member, and I was careful
to carry my hat in my hand. Just as we were reaching the porter's box, a
man in brilliant uniform, only partially concealed by a heavy military
cloak, pushed open the swing doors and entered the club. He passed us by
without a glance, but my heart was in my mouth.
"Gilbert," I whispered, "who was that?"
"Count Metterheim--he is on the military staff at the German Embassy.
Why?"
I looked around. Count Metterheim had passed into the smoking-room, and
there was no one else within ear-shot.
"He is also," I said, "on the committee of the No. 1 Branch of the
Waiters' Union. I have been up before him at the Cafe Suisse!"
CHAPTER XXXVI
AN URGENT WARNING
Madame came alone to luncheon the next morning, and beckoned me to her
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