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Updated: May 12, 2025
"But what is there against her?" queried Desmond. "What is there against her? The bad company she keeps is against her. 'Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are' is a maxim that we have to go on in our profession, Okewood. You have met the lady. Did you see any of her entourage? Her business manager, a fat Italian who calls himself Lazarro, did you notice him?
Would you be surprised to hear that Lazarro alias Sacchetti alias Le Tardenois is a very notorious international spy who after working in the Italian Secret Service in the pay of the Germans was unmasked and kicked out of Italy... that was before the war?
Ah, Major Okewood!" Nur-el-Din sank into a bergere chair beside her great mirror. "There are too many in this room," she cried, "there is no air! Lazarro, Ramiro, all of you, go outside, my friends!" As Madame's entourage surged out, Strangwise said: "I hear you are leaving the Palaceum, Marcelle!" He spoke so low that Mr. Mackwayte and Barbara, who were talking to Desmond, did not hear.
She upbraided Mortimer with his long and mysterious absences which she attributed to his infatuation for Nur-el-Din and complained bitterly of the dancer's imprudence in consorting openly with notorious folk like Lazarro and Bryan Mowbury. "I went to the girl myself," she said, "and begged her to be more circumspect.
You are the pattern of prudence, are you not?" He paused perceptibly and Desmond held his breath. "She has very few reputable friends," Mortimer continued presently, "under a cloud as she is, she could hardly frequent the company of her old associates, Mowbury and Lazarro and Mrs. Malplaquet, you doubtless know whom I mean.
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