The Double Traitor by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
page 59 of 295 (20%)
page 59 of 295 (20%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
She bit her lip. For a moment a frown of annoyance clouded her face. She
had said more than she intended. "I have correspondents in Berlin," she explained. "They tell me of everything. I have a friend, in fact, who was in the restaurant that night." "What a coincidence!" he exclaimed. She nodded and selected a fresh cigarette. "Isn't it! But that table is up. I promised to cut in there. Captain Baring likes me to play at the same table, and he is here for such a short time that one tries to be kind. It is indeed kindness," she added, taking up her gold purse and belongings, "for he plays so badly." She moved towards the table. It happened to be Baring who cut out, and he and Norgate drifted together. They exchanged a few remarks. "I met you at Marseilles once," Norgate reminded him. "You were with the Mediterranean Squadron, commanding the _Leicester_, I believe." "Thought I'd seen you somewhere before," was the prompt acknowledgment. "You're in the Diplomatic Service, aren't you?" Norgate admitted the fact and suggested a drink. The two men settled down to exchange confidences over a whisky and soda. Baring looked around him with some disapprobation. "I can't really stick this place," he asserted. "If it weren't for--for |
|