"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.
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