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The sergeant looked at Ida with astonishment, and a touch of admiration in his eyes. He had not expected to strike a case like this. His experience was mainly with river thieves, saccharine smugglers, and the like, and higher flights in the region of political misdemeanors were only known to him by hearsay. He had read a good deal on the subject, however, and, in accordance with such preconceived ideas as he had formed, Ida appeared the beau ideal of the international spy. She was a lady, too, and the sergeant had always been led to believe that people in the highest walks of life were usually employed in negotiations where the secrets of diplomacy were concerned.
"I have to warn you, miss," he said. "Take my advice, you say no more. But I must have your name and address."