She accepted his invitation, and they made small talk for an hour before Dubois took his leave. Mindful of the time, Fleur prepared herself for her meeting with Porter. She arrived at Whitehall a few minutes before four. Reed was already there when she was ushered into Porter’s office. Porter greeted her warmly. Reed merely nodded in her direction. “What is this about, Porter?” Reed asked. “Have you found our traitor?” “I wish I had good news, but I don’t. Peter Weldon, the operative known as Andre, dropped out of sight shortly after Lady Fontaine fled France. I hoped all was well, but my hopes were dashed when Captain Skilling brought word this morning that Weldon has been seized and put to death.” “Oh, no!” Fleur cried. “The poor man. What happened?” “I’m awaiting a report with more details, but I fear ’tis the work of our traitor. I don’t know how or when his cover was blown. It could have been weeks or months ago. I’m so concerned I’m ordering my agents in France to come home until this is resolved.
