It is fair to suppose, from your rushing out here in quest of me, that you've got something on hand, isn't it ?" "Yes--rather! An amazing 'something,' old chap.

It's a letter.

Arrived at headquarters about an hour and a half ago.

Not an affair for The Yard this time, Cleek, but a thing you must take up on your own, if you take it up at all; and I tell you frankly, I don't like it." "Why ?" "For one thing, it's from Paris; and--well, you know what dangers Paris would have for _you_.

There's that she-devil you broke with--that woman Margot.