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 "If this man knows what you hint he knows, we can't stay in Paris."

"Naturally not."

"But whatever he knows, or whoever he is, he can't be acting alone."

"I fail to see his friends, at the moment."

"But there must be others, others who—"

"But we've got him!"

"Yes, you've got him—precisely. You've got him there, and he'll be safe there for at least several hours!"

"How about us?"

"Those few hours are all we need. We can leave him as he is. By that time we can be—be wherever you say."

Lambert and Morello did not openly and patently exchange glances; but the watching Kestner knew that a silent message had been given out by one and received by the other.

"All right," suddenly acquiesced the older man. "Go and get your things together—and remember, we've got to travel light!"

He nodded towards the woman called Cherry. "And you do the same. But I want you both to move quick!"

The woman called Cherry stepped towards the door. But the more resolute-eyed woman still hesitated. She seemed to have her doubts as to Lambert's promises. The latter, however, was not in a mood to endure equivocations.

"I said I wanted you to move quick!" was the sharp and sudden cry.