"Yes, beyond a doubt," Jack assured her.

"It must seem strange to be a spy," murmured the young woman. "It must
give one a strange feeling."

"Yes, and a mighty mean feeling," agreed Jack, coolly.

As he spoke he raised his eyes carelessly to her face. He did not make
the glance so significant as to betray his real thoughts.

Mlle. Nadiboff did not flinch nor change color under that brief scrutiny.
Instead, she appeared to be almost lost in thought as she walked along.

Suddenly she clutched at the young captain's arm.

"I wonder if you would do something very great, to please me?" she
murmured, questioningly.

"I'd certainly like to have you try me," responded Jack Benson, in an
equally low tone. He spoke the truth, too, for he believed that this
charming but dangerous companion was scheming some sudden move in her
plans as, a spy. He wanted to find out what that move would be. Above
all, if it were possible, he wanted to get knowledge of which foreign
country she represented.

"Won't you contrive to drive alone with me in my car, when we reach
it?" she whispered, coaxingly.

"And leave your chauffeur behind, also?" asked Jack, smiling.