"And yet, Themar," said the Baron softly, "I fancy Ronador has told
you--something--enough!" He shrugged, his impenetrable eyes narrowing
slowly. "But that I need you," he said evenly, "but that your
knowledge of English makes you an invaluable ally--and one not easily
replaced--I would send you back to Houdania--disgraced! As it is, we
are hedged about with peculiar difficulties and I must use--and watch
you."

He glanced significantly at the desk drawer and thence to Themar's
dark, unscrupulous face, resentful and defiant.

"Now as for the cryptogram which tempted you so sorely," went on the
Baron smoothly. "Its chief mission, as I have repeatedly assured you,
was to convert my journey of pleasure in America into one of
immediate--hum--service. I have spoken to you of a certain paper--"

"There was more," said Themar sullenly.

"Merely," smiled the Baron with engaging candor, "that you are fully
equipped with definite instructions which I am to see are fulfilled."

"There is a girl," said Themar bluntly.

The Baron stared.

"What?" he rumbled sharply.

"I--I learned of her and of the cipher in Houdania!" stammered Themar.