After a while Recklow nodded: "You came through from Toul, Captain?" "From Toul, sir," with the quick smile revealing dazzling teeth. "Matters progress?" "It is quiet there." "So I understand," nodded Recklow. "There's blood on your uniform." "A scratch--a spill from my motor-cycle." Recklow eyed the cut on the officer's handsome face. One of the young officer's hands was bandaged, too. "You've been in action, Captain." "No, sir." "You wear German shoes." The officer's brilliant smile wrinkled his good-looking features: "There was some little loot: I'm wearing my share." Recklow nodded and let his cold eyes rest on the identification papers. Then, slowly, and without a word, he passed them back over the desk. The Intelligence Officer stuffed them carelessly into his side-pocket. "I thought I'd come over instead of wiring or 'phoning. Our people have not come through yet, have they?" "Which people, sir?" "McKay and Miss Erith." "No, not yet." The officer mused for a moment, then: "They wired me from Paris yesterday, so they're all right so far. You'll see to it personally that they get through the Swiss wire, won't you?" "Through or over, sir." The Intelligence Officer displayed his mirthful teeth: "Thanks. I'm also sending three of my own people through the wire. They'll have their papers in order--here are the duplicates I issued; they'll have their photographs on the originals." He fished out a batch of papers and laid them on Recklow's desk. "Who are these people?" demanded Recklow. "Mine, sir." "Oh." There fell a silence; but Recklow did not examine the papers; he merely pocketed them. "I think that's all," said the Intelligence Officer. "You know my name--Captain Herts. In case you wish to communicate just wire my department at Toul. They'll forward anything if I'm away on duty." He saluted: Recklow followed him to the door, saw him mount his motor-cycle--a battered American machine--stood there watching until he was out of sight. Hour after hour that afternoon Recklow sat in his quiet little house in Delle poring over the duplicate papers. About five o'clock he called up Toul by telephone and got the proper department. "Yes," came the answer, "Captain Herts went to you this morning on a confidential matter.... No, we don't know when he will return to Toul." Recklow hung up, walked slowly out into his little garden and, seating himself on a green bench, took out the three packets of duplicate papers left him by Captain Herts. Then he produced a jeweller's glass and screwed it into his right eye. Several days later three people--two men and a young woman--arrived at Delle, were conveyed under military escort to the little house of Mr. Recklow, remained closeted with him until verification of their credentials in duplicate had been accomplished, then they took their departure and, that evening, they put up at the Inn.