The First Deputy smiled. It was not altogether at the mere calmness with which she could suggest such an atrocity.
"Hardly," he said.
"Then what is it?" she demanded.
He was both patient and painstaking with her. His tone was almost paternal in its placativeness.
"It 's merely a phase of departmental business," he answered her. "And we 're anxious to see Blake round up Connie Binhart."
"That 's not true," she answered with neither heat nor resentment, "or you would never have started him off on this blind lead. You 'd never have had me go to him with that King Edward note and had it work out to fit a street in Montreal. You 've got a wooden decoy up there in Canada, and when Blake gets there he 'll be told his man slipped away the day before. Then another decoy will bob up, and Blake will go after that. And when you 've fooled him two or three times he 'll sail back to New York and break me for giving him a false tip."
