"I will see you home, Gemma."
"Thanks; I want to have a business talk with
you."
"Anything wrong with the addresses?" he
asked softly.
"Nothing serious; but I think it is time to make
a few alterations. Two letters have been stopped
in the post this week. They were both quite unimportant,
and it may have been accidental; but
we cannot afford to have any risks. If once the
police have begun to suspect any of our addresses,
they must be changed immediately."
"I will come in about that to-morrow. I am
not going to talk business with you to-night;
you look tired."
"I am not tired."
"Then you are depressed again."
"Oh, no; not particularly."
CHAPTER II.
"Is the mistress in, Katie?"
"Yes, sir; she is dressing. If you'll just step
into the parlour she will be down in a few
minutes."
Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful
friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. Martini
was a special favourite of hers. He spoke English,
like a foreigner, of course, but still quite respectably;
and he never sat discussing politics at the top
of his voice till one in the morning, when the mistress
was tired, as some visitors had a way of
doing.
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