The Bomb Makers - William Le Queux - Bog

"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.