You know what she swore, what she wrote when you sent her that letter telling her that you were done with her and her lot, and warning her never to set foot on English soil again?
If you were to run foul of her--if she were ever to get any hint of your real identity--" "She can't.

She knows no more of my real history than you do; no more than I actually know of hers.

Our knowledge of each other began when we started to 'pal' together--it ended when we split, eighteen months ago.
But about that letter?
What is it?
Why do you say that you don't like it ?" "Well, to begin with, I'm afraid it is some trap of hers to decoy you over there--get you into some unknown place--" "There are no 'unknown places' in Paris so far as I am concerned.
I know every hole and corner of it, from the sewers on.

I know it as well as I know London, as well as I know Berlin--New York--Vienna--Edinburgh--Rome.

You couldn't lose me or trap me in any one of them.