She knew very well that those cigar ends belonged to Streuss and his friend.

She laughed softly and once more she bent her head.
"How they watch you, those men!" she said.

"Listen, my friend Rudolph.

Supposing their fears were true, supposing I were really a spy, supposing I offered you wealth and with it whatever else you might claim from me, for the secret which you carry to England!" "How do you know that I am carrying a secret ?" he asked hoarsely.
She laughed.
"My friend," she said, "with your two absurd companions shadowing you all the time and glowering at me, how could one possibly doubt it?
The Baron Streuss is, I believe, the Chief of your Secret Service Department, is he not?
To me he seems the most obvious policeman I ever saw dressed as a gentleman." "You don't mean it!" he muttered.

"You can't mean what you said just now!" She was silent for a few moments.