I don't want to be greedy but I should like those letters.

Perhaps I ought to be getting back so as to see your father about them." But before Damaris had time to collect her thoughts and reply, the man in the peaked cap had further asserted his presence.

Either becoming conscious of her observation, or caught by something in Tom Verity's speech, he wheeled round and looked up at the two in swift, almost haughty, enquiry.

To Tom he vouchsafed little more than a glance, but upon Damaris his eyes fastened.

For a good minute he stared at her, as though in some sort holding her to ransom.