I said not another word to
Perkins, but made my way to the room which he had spoken of. I knocked at
the door, and it was Guest's voice which bade me enter. It was Guest
himself, who in a grey travelling suit, which made him look smaller and
frailer than ever, lay stretched upon the sofa over by the great south
windows!
CHAPTER X
"WORTLEY FOOTE--THE SPY"
He sat up at once, but he did not attempt to rise. His eyes watched me
anxiously. My surprise seemed to trouble him.
"I am afraid--" he began hesitatingly.
"You need be afraid of nothing," I interrupted, going over and taking his
hand. "Only how on earth did you get here?"
He looked around before replying. The old habits had not deserted him.
"Your friend, Miss Van Hoyt, arranged it," he said. "The others had
another plan; but they were no match for her."
"But how did you come?" I asked. "You were not well enough to travel
alone."
"She left me at Medchester station," he answered. "Your carriage brought
me over here, and your servants have been most kind.
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