"I think a woman would be less likely to cause suspicion," she added hopefully.
"Utterly out of the question," Jesson pronounced.

"Kroten is the one place that must be left in my hands.

I know more about the getting there than any of you, and I know the tricks of changing my identity." "I should rather like to go with you," Nigel confessed.
"Impossible!" was the brief reply.
"Why ?" Jesson smiled.
"To be perfectly frank," he said, "because you are developing an interest in the one person in the world who might give success over into our hands.

It is necessary for you to remain where you can encourage that interest." Nigel was a little staggered.
"My friendship with Mademoiselle Karetsky," he protested, "is scarcely likely to influence her political views." "I am a somewhat close observer," Jesson continued.

"You will not ask me to believe that your conversation with mademoiselle in her box at the Opera last night related all the time to--well, shall we say music ?" "Nigel, you never told me you were at the Opera," Maggie intervened.
"What made you go ?" "I think that it was a message from Mademoiselle Karetsky," Jesson suggested quietly.
Nigel smiled.
"Upon my word, I think you're going to be a success, Jesson," he declared.