There wasn't much society, but they didn't care about that just at first." "Ah;--I'm a single man," said Morton laughing.

He was too good a diplomate to be pumped in that simple way by such a one as Archibald Currie.
"You'll like to see Lord Drummond.

He is here and will be glad to shake hands with you.

Come into my room." Then Mounser Green led the way into a small inner sanctum in which it may be presumed that he really did his work.

It was here at any rate that he wrote the notes on official note paper.
"They haven't settled as yet how they're to be off it," said Currie in a whisper, as soon as the two men were gone, "but I'll bet a five-pound note that Bell Trefoil doesn't go out to Patagonia as his wife." "We know the Senator here well enough." This was said in the inner room by Mounser Green to Morton, who had breakfasted with the Senator that morning and had made an appointment to meet him at the Foreign Office.