That is why I told the boy to apply for work to 'Captain Burbage of Clarges Street.' _I_ am Captain Burbage, Miss Lome.

Nobody knows that but my good friend Mr.Narkom and, now, you." "I shall respect it, of course," she said.

"I hope I need not assure you of that, Mr.Cleek." "You need assure me of nothing, Miss Lome," he made reply.

"I owe so much more to you than you are aware, that--Oh, well, it doesn't matter.
You asked me a question a moment ago.

If you want the answer to it--look here." He stopped short as he spoke; the pocket-torch clicked faintly and from the shelter of a curved hand, the glow of it struck upward to his face.
It was not the same face for ten seconds at a time.