Fells said; "I see. So that's how it is. They're awfully good tryers, aren't they?"
Quayle said: "Yes, they are. The point is this: You remember Schlieken—your German boss—for whom you worked so assiduously?" Quayle grinned sarcastically. "Now it's probably struck you—as it has me—as being very funny that ever since this war's started Schlieken has laid off you. Not one of his people who have been over in this country—and God knows there have been enough of them—has tried to contact you. Yet we know that Schlieken trusts you. We've had ample proof of that. Understand?"
"I understand," said Fells.
Quayle said: "There's just a chance that this Foden might be one of the Schlieken boys. There is just a chance that Foden's picking this time—and it's an ideal time—to contact you. There's a ch
