CHAPTER XXIII
Y OU seem to have managed your little affair rather clumsily,” said Baltazar.
“What’s he doing here?” she asked wildly.
“Probably catching you and Godfrey.”
“He mustn’t see Godfrey here.”
“That’s easily managed,” said Baltazar. “I’ll send him flying out of the telephone box. But what on earth could have put your husband on the track? What indiscretion have you been committing?”
“I left a letter for him telling him I wouldn’t stay any longer in his house. He’s a traitor to his country.”
Baltazar threw up his hands. “Oh, Lord! The usual idiocy. For a clever woman—well! Anyhow, I’ll head off Godfrey. When your husband spots you, use your brains. Don’t say a word to give yourself away.”
“You’ll come back?” she cried, losing her head.
“I’ll see,” said he.
He left her, a
