You tried to hide it from me, but I saw.… What was it?"
"Oh—that!" he laughed contemptuously: "just Popinot's impudence—an invitation to come out and be a good target."
She shook her head impatiently: "You're not telling me the truth. It was something else, or you wouldn't have been so anxious to hide it."
"Oh, but I assure you—!"
"You can't. Be honest with me, Mr. Lanyard. It was an offer to let you off if you'd give me up to Bannon—wasn't it?"
"Something like that," he assented sheepishly—"too absurd for consideration. … But now we're due to clear out of this before they find a way in. Not that they're likely to risk a raid until they've tried starving us out; but it would be as well to put a good distance between us before they find out we've decamped."
He shrugged into his borrowed raincoat, buttoned it to his chin, and turned down the brim of his felt hat; but when he looked up at the girl again, he found she hadn't moved; rather, she remained as one spellbound, staring less at than through him, her expression inscrutable.
"Well," he ventured—"if you're quite ready, Miss Shannon—?"
"Mr. Lanyard," she demanded almost sharply—"what was the full wording of that message?"
"If you must know—"
"I must!"
He lifted a depreciative shoulder. "If you like, I'll read
