Mr.
Courage, I wonder whether it would be possible for me to have an
interview with any one of these men who are watching him."
"If you had been here a few hours ago," I said, "it would have been very
possible indeed. One of them was here."
"What did he want?" she asked sharply.
"To see Mr. Guest, for one thing!"
"Did you allow it?"
"No! Guest is writing secrets with a loaded revolver by his side. He
certainly does not want to see any of that crew."
"Oh! he is mad," she murmured. "Why should he not buy his life? What else
is there that counts?"
"There are two to a bargain," I answered. "I do not think that he has
value to give."
"Oh! he has," she answered, "if only he would be reasonable."
We were silent for a moment. In the distance, coming up the avenue, was
the figure of a man. I watched him with curiosity. Finally I pointed him
out to Lady Dennisford.
"Do you see this man coming up to the house?" I said--"a sleek,
middle-aged man smoking a cigar?"
"I see him," she answered.
"What do you think he looks like?" I asked.
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