"I have come to talk to you about Mr.Hamar Lessingham." "Really ?" Philippa exclaimed.

"Whatever has that poor man been doing now." "Dreymarsh," her visitor proceeded, "having been constituted, during the last few months, a protected area, it is my duty to examine and enquire into the business of any stranger who appears here.

Mr.Hamar Lessingham has been largely accepted without comment, owing to his friendship with you.

I regret to state, however, that certain facts have come to my knowledge which make me wonder whether you yourself may not in some measure have been deceived." "This sounds very ridiculous," Philippa interposed quietly.
"A few weeks ago," Captain Griffith continued, "we received information that this neighbourhood would probably be visited by some person connected with the Secret Service of Germany.

There is strong evidence that the person in question is Mr.Hamar Lessingham." "A graduate of Magdalen, my brother's intimate friend, and a frequent visitor at my father's house in Cheshire," Philippa observed, with faint sarcasm.
"The possibility of your having made a mistake, Lady Cranston," Captain Griffiths rejoined, "has, I must confess, only just occurred to me.