Chapter 52

“Come, come, Madame Olga, don’t get upset. Mr. Barnett will have his little joke.” “That’s it, Del Prego,” said Barnett, “I will have my little joke. You’re perfectly right not to take my yarn of mystery and adventure seriously—that is, not until you know the finish. Of course, there’s the obvious fact that you’re a foreigner, and that your get-up is calculated to attract attention. White gloves ... white spats.... And, of course, too, you’ve got one of those mobile, india rubber faces, which could pretty easily tu…