If Lord Ostermore perishes through his connection with the cause, it will mean worse than ruin for me--though not the ruin that you are thinking of." "But what can you do ?" "That I go to learn." "I will come with you, then." He hesitated a moment, looking at her; then he opened the door, and held it for her, following after.

He led the way across the hall to the library, and they went in together.
Lord Ostermore's secretaire stood open, and leaning over it, his back towards them was a short, stiffly-built man in a snuff-colored coat.
He turned at the sound of the closing door, and revealed the pleasant, chubby face of Mr.Green.
"Ha!" said Mr.Caryll.

"Mr.Green again.

I declare, sir, ye've the gift of ubiquity." The spy stood up to regard him, and for all that his voice inclined to sharpness when he spoke, the habitual grin sat like a mask upon the mobile features.

"What d'ye seek here ?" "Tis what I was about to ask you--what you are seeking; for that you seek is plain.