"A bargain ?" grumbled the spy.

"I' faith, then, the secret's worthless." "Ye think that?
Pho! 'Tis not like your usual wit, Mr.Green.The letter that I carried into England, and that you were at such splendid pains to find at Maidstone, is in here." And he tapped the veneered top of the secretaire with his forefinger.

"But ye'll not find it without my help.
It is concealed as effectively--as effectively as it was upon my person when ye searched me.

Now, sir, will ye treat with me?
It'll save you a world of labor." Mr.Green still looked at him.

He licked his lips thoughtfully, cat-like.