"Its chief mission, as I have repeatedly assured you, was to convert my journey of pleasure in America into one of immediate--hum--service.

I have spoken to you of a certain paper--" "There was more," said Themar sullenly.
"Merely," smiled the Baron with engaging candor, "that you are fully equipped with definite instructions which I am to see are fulfilled." "There is a girl," said Themar bluntly.
The Baron stared.
"What ?" he rumbled sharply.
"I--I learned of her and of the cipher in Houdania!" stammered Themar.
"You know something more of detail than you need to know," said the Baron dryly.

"Moreover," he added icily, "you will confine your professional attentions to the other sex.

You are sure about the paper ?" "Yes." "Your trip to New York last night was--hum--uneventful ?" "Yes." "You will go again to-night ?" "It is unnecessary.

Granberry is at the Westfall farm." "Ah!" "But, Excellency," reminded Themar glibly, "there is still the girl--" Deep, compelling, Tregar's eyes burned steadily into menace.
"Must I repeat--" "Excellency," stammered Themar blanching.
"You may go!" said the Baron curtly.
There had been no word of the scribbled cuff, Themar remembered.