"What do you wish the police to do, Mr. Harleston?" the Superintendent
asked at the end.

"Nothing, until I've seen the Lady of Peacock Alley. Then I'll likely
know something definite--whether to keep hands off or to get busy."

"Shan't we even try to locate the two men, in preparation for your
getting busy?"

"H'm!" reflected Harleston. "Do it very quietly then. You see, I don't
know whom you're likely to locate, nor whether we want to locate them."

"The men who visited your apartment are not of the profession, Mr.
Harleston."

"It's their profession that's bothering me!" Harleston laughed. "Why are
three Americans engaged in what bears every appearance of being a
diplomatic matter, and of which our State Department knows nothing?"

"There's a woman in it, I believe; likely two, possibly three!" was the
smiling reply.

"Hump!" said Harleston. "A woman is at the bottom of most things, that's
a fact; she's about the only thing for which a man will betray his
country. However, as they're three men there should be three women--"

"One woman is enough--if she is sufficiently fascinating and plays the
men off against one another. Though you've plenty of women in the case,
Mr. Harleston, if you're looking for the three:--the one whom you're to