of arrest. He may be innocent. I have no deeper motive, but if the one for whom she is working is not a German called, or passing as, Muller, you might have some satisfaction in exonerating him."
The curate reflected a moment.
"He is not, Mr Carrados," he replied decidedly. "But please don't ask me anything more."
"Very well, I won't," said Carrados, rising. "Our numismatic conversation has taken a strange turn, Mr Hosier. There is a text for you—Money at the root of everything! By the way, I can do you one trifling service." He picked up the anonymous letter, tore it across and held it out. "You have done all you could. Burn this and then you are clear of the matter."
"Thanks, thanks. But won't it get you into trouble with the Admiralty?"
"I make my own terms," replied Carrados. "Now Mr Hosier, I have been an ill-omened bird, but I had no suspicion of this when I came. The 'long arm' has landed us this time. Will you come and dine with me one day this week, and I promise you not a single reference to this troublesome business?"
"You are very good," assented Hosier.
"I am at Cliffhurst"
"Cliffhurst?" was Hosier's quick exclamation.
"Yes, at the Rose and Plumes."
"I—I am very sorry, Mr Carrados," stammered the curate, "but, after all, I am afraid that I must cry off. This week"
"If the distance takes up too much of your time, may I send a car?"
"No, no, it isn't that—at least, of course, one has to consider time and work. Thank you, Mr Carrados; you are very kind, but, really, if you don't mind"
