Britt looked at him for a moment, puzzled and uncertain.

Then he gave a short, hopeless laugh and said, under his breath: "Holy smoke!" He immediately altered the course of the discussion and harked back to his original declaration that spies abounded in the chateau.

When he finally called the conference adjourned and prepared to depart, he calmly turned to the stenographer.
"Did you get all this down, Miss Pelham ?" "Yes, Mr.Britt." "Good!" Then he went away, leaving the quartette unconsciously depressed by the emphasis he placed upon that single word.
The next day but one, it was announced that the Enemy had moved into the bungalow.

Signs of activity about the rambling place could be made out from the hanging garden at the chateau.

It was necessary, however, to employ the binoculars in the rather close watch that was kept by the interested aristocrats below.