"Our people in Marrakesh made out they'd fallen for this—hook, line and sinker. They put him on to somebody in Suera and this somebody put him on to a Mrs. Ferry." Quayle smiled reminiscently. "Mrs. Ferry," he said, "is a woman of great perception. She's been working for me for years. It was through her that Foden got over here and when he got here you were waiting for him."
Greeley said: "Pretty neat that. You're no fool, Mr. Quayle."
Quayle said: "I don't know about that. We'll see." He resumed his pacing. "Foden still thought he was on a good wicket," he went on. "He looked at it this way. He knew that sooner or later he'd get in touch with somebody who mattered. That story of his was too good for him not to. Well, they were either going to believe him or they weren't. He really didn'
