CHAPTER VIIADVENTURE UNDERGROUND
Madame Mundier turned pale, and seemed to age visibly in a moment of time.
It surprised Worrals that the bare name of the dreaded organisation could have such an effect, and it was in this very factor, she suspected, that much of its power lay. In just the same way, she reflected, were the people of the Middle Ages intimidated by the cold-blooded agents of the Spanish Inquisition. Her own reaction was one of irritation rather than fear.
Patting madame on the arm she said, “I wouldn’t let that wretch frighten me. He’s just a snake.”
“You think his presence here might be an accident?” queried madame.
“No,” declared Worrals. “It would be foolish to try to deceive ourselves. He has learned about the spy being picked up, and has certainly seen the paper, th
