"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. And
surely one may steal away one's own.