The girl was sealing up some letters as he entered and looked up.
"I am afraid, Miss Holland, I've got myself into very serious trouble." "What is that, Fisher!" asked the girl.
"There was a gentleman coming to see Mr.Kara, whom Mr.Kara particularly wanted to see." "Mr.Gathercole," said the girl quickly.
Fisher nodded.
"Yes, miss, I couldn't get him to stay though." She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Mr.Kara will be very cross, but I don't see how you can help it.

I wish you had called me." "He never gave a chance, miss," said Fisher, with a little smile, "but if he comes again I'll show him straight up to you." She nodded.
"Is there anything you want, miss ?" he asked as he stood at the door.
"What time did Mr.Kara say he would be back ?" "At six o'clock, miss," the man replied.
"There is rather an important letter here which has to be delivered." "Shall I ring up for a messenger ?" "No, I don't think that would be advisable.

You had better take it yourself." Kara was in the habit of employing Fisher as a confidential messenger when the occasion demanded such employment.
"I will go with pleasure, miss," he said.
It was a heaven-sent opportunity for Fisher, who had been inventing some excuse for leaving the house.

She handed him the letter and he read without a droop of eyelid the superscription: "T.

X.Meredith, Esq., Special Service Dept., Scotland Yard, Whitehall." He put it carefully in his pocket and went from the room to change.
Large as the house was Kara did not employ a regular staff of servants.
A maid and a valet comprised the whole of the indoor staff.