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man’s friend laughed before he answered,
    ‘No, I am afraid not. But why would you want anyone like that?’
    ‘It is not for me, the first man replied, ‘but for Lady Logan.’
    ‘Lady Logan!’ his friend exclaimed. ‘You don’t mean Lucky Logan’s wife? I did not know he had one.’
    ‘No, he is a bachelor,’ was the answer. ‘It is Marcus Logan’s mother who is getting old and wants a reader’.”
    “He drank some wine before he carried on,
    ‘When her son comes back from abroad, he brings her all sorts of treasures from the places where he has been looking for diamonds. But her eyesight is now so bad that she can no longer read the ancient manuscripts he brings her or the books that describe the religions and the people he has been associating with.’
    ‘Oh, I see,’ the man who had asked the question replied. ‘Well, I am afraid I cannot help you, but there must be somebody in the Club who can do so.’
    They looked at me,” D’Arcy Rowland went on, “and I laughed.”
    “‘I expect,’ I said, ‘she will have to go and get some old crony out of the British Museum to help her. My languages are few and far between’.”
    He did not tell Belinda that his friend had suggested somewhat pointedly that he knew, at any rate, one language well and that was the language of love.
    “What I
did
discover,” D’Arcy Rowland went on, “was where Lady Logan lived. I sent her a letter which purported to come from a young woman who said she had heard what was required and was proficient in a great number of languages.”
    Belinda was still.
    “Are you saying, Step-Papa, that – this is what you are – asking me to do?”
    “I am not asking you,” D’Arcy Rowland replied, “I am
begging
you on my knees to go and see Lady Logan and ask her to employ you as her reader.”
    “You mean – she replied – to your – letter?”
    “I sent it with a messenger who waited for an answer. Lady Logan replied she would be delighted to see the person who had written to her as soon as it was convenient.”
    “So
that
is why you have come home.”
    “Exactly!” her stepfather agreed. “Before I left London I made an appointment for Miss Belinda Brown to call on Lady Logan tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock.”
    “
Brown
?”Belinda questioned.
    “Of course you must not go under your own name,” her stepfather replied, “and Brown was the first one which came into my mind.”
    “I-I don’t understand,” Belinda said in bewilderment. “What am I supposed to do besides translate the manuscripts and books aloud to her?”
    “What you have to do is quite simple. You have to find out where Logan has been and if, which it will be, his search for gold has been successful.”
    “But you are not – sure that he has been – searching for gold!”
    “That is so. So that you have to also find out. If, as I suspect, it is in Russia, we can make a fortune before the shares of his new discovery go on the market and then all our troubles will all be over!”
    Belinda just stared at him.
    “How can I – possibly find out – anything like that?”
    “You have to find it out the moment he arrives,” her stepfather told her sharply. “If he says he has been to Russia, all you have to do is to discover the name of the place he has come from, then communicate it immediately to me. Then, when the story breaks and I can make a fortune before Logan himself does, you can come straight home.”
    There was silence.
    Then Belinda said,
    “What you are – asking me to do is to be – a spy! Of course I could not do such a – thing! Papa would be – horrified!”
    D’Arcy Rowland sat up straight.
    “I should have thought, although I may be mistaken, that your father would be far more horrified at the idea of your begging the cottagers in the village to give you something to eat while I fester in some filthy prison. Is that what you really want?”
    Belinda gave a little cry of horror.
    “Of – course