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"Do get rid of the girl! Can't you see that she's highly dangerous! " whispered the tall, rather overdressed man as he glanced furtively across the small square shop set with little tables, dingy in the haze of tobacco-smoke. It was an obscure, old-fashioned little restaurant in one of London's numerous byways -- a resort of Germans, naturalised and otherwise, "the enemy in our midst," as the papers called them.
"I will. I quite agree. My girl may know just a little too much -- if we are not very careful."