"You told her I wasn't home, and she said she knew it, didn't she?
And she left the letter that I was on no account to miss receiving when I got back, though there was no need of telephoning me to the club--when I returned would do, but it was imperative that I should have it then--eh ?" "Good Lord, sir!" ejaculated Jason, his jaw dropped, "that's exactly what she did say." "Jason," said Jimmie Dale grimly, "listen to me.

If ever she comes here again, inveigle her in.

If you can't inveigle her, use force; capture her, pull her in, do anything--do anything, do you hear?
Only don't let her get away from you until I've come." Jason gazed at his master as though the other had lost his reason.
"Use force, sir ?" he repeated weakly--and shook his head.

"You--you can't mean that, sir." "Can't I ?" inquired Jimmie Dale, with a mirthless smile.

"I mean every word of it, Jason--and if I thought there was the slightest chance of her giving you the opportunity, I'd be more imperative still.