It was the sight of the _Zulu Queen_; she saw that he was about to desert her." Inspector Val heaved a half-sigh, as even men most like chilled steel will when in the near company of death, and then, stiffening professionally, he called in Mr.Warmdollar, still weeping drunken tears at the stair's foot.
"I want, for your own sake," explained Inspector Val, "to impress upon you the propriety of silence.

These deaths will produce a sensation in both the State Department and the Russian legation.

If word get abroad through you, it might be resented in the quarters I've named.

I shall give the Russians notice, and you must not let a word creep into the papers until after they have been here.

If news of this leak out, it may cost Mrs.Warmdollar her situation." Inspector Val was aware that in Washington the hinted loss of one's position as the penalty of loquacity has ever been the way of ways to lock fast the garrulous tongue.