CHAPTER I.A SPY'S DUTY.
I am not without self-control, yet when Miss Davies entered the room with that air of importance she invariably assumes when she has an unusually fine position to offer, I could not hide all traces of my anxiety.
I needed a position, needed it badly, while the others-- But her eyes are on our faces, she is scanning us all with that close and calculating gaze which lets nothing escape.

She has passed me by--my heart goes down, down--when suddenly her look returns and she singles me out.
"Miss Saunders." Then, "I have a word to say to you." There is a rustle about me; five disappointed girls sink back into their seats as I quickly rise and follow Miss Davies out.
In the hall she faced me with these words: "You are discreet, and you evidently desire a position.

You will find a gentleman in my sitting-room.

If you come to terms with him, well and good.

If not, I shall expect you to forget all about him and his errand the moment you leave his presence.