Blensop saying, "I'll write it out for you," and saw him pick up a pad and pencil and jot down a memorandum.
"There you are," he added, ripping off the sheet and passing it across the table. "Now you can't go wrong."
"I precious seldom do," his caller commented drily.
"I think" Blensop began, and checked sharply as the man Walker came into the room.
"Beg pardon, Mr. Blensop"
There was an accent of impatience in those beautifully modulated tones: "Well, what is it now?"
"A lady to see you, sir."
Blensop took the card from the proffered salver. "Never heard of her," he announced brusquely at a glance. "She asked for Colonel Stanistreet or for me?"
"Colonel Stanistreet, sir. But when I said he was not at home, she asked to see his secretary."
"Any idea what she wants?"
"She didn't say, sir—but she seemed much distressed."
"They always are. H'm. … Young and good-looking?"
"Quite, sir."
"Dessay I may as well see her," said Mr. Blensop wearily. "Show her in when I ring."
Walker shut himself out of the room.
"It's just as well," Blensop added to his caller. "You understand, my clear fellow?"
"Assuredly." The man got up; but Blensop contrived exasperatingly to keep between him and the windows. "I'm to be back at midnight?"
"Twelve sharp; you'll be sure to find him here then. Mind leaving by this emergency exit?
