hour.â
âDo you mean that awfully nice man, who is so famous in the Intelligence Department?â
He nodded.
âYes! Youâve met him once or twice, havenât you?â
âYou know I have at the Foreign Office âat âhomeâsâ and parties. I adore Mrs Brien â But what have you been talking to him about. Surely you havenât been trying to get into the Secret Service now, have you?â
He grinned.
âI have an awful confession to make, old girl,â he said.
âThen you have?â
âI have been in the Secret Service for quite a long timeââ
She looked at him in astonishment.
âIs that true, Hugh?â
âAbsolutely! Now you know why I have been rather secretive on occasions.â
There was a pause for a full minute before she spoke, then:
âBut how perfectly amazing!â she said. âMy Hugh a Secret Service man. And are you actually working under that wonderful Sir Leonard Wallace?â
âI am!â
âOh, Hugh! Why didnât you tell me before?â
âWell, you see dear, I thought it wiser to keep quiet about it. This morning Major Brien rather made me see that I ought to tell you, in case misunderstandings ever arose between us.â
She caught hold of his arm, and pressed it.
âMisunderstandings could never arise between us, dear old boy,â she said. âI have suspected something for a long time, but couldnât exactly place my suspicions. I am glad Major Brien made you tell me. Would you never have told me if he hadnât suggested it?â
âI donât think so!â
âDidnât you trust me then?â
âOf course! Only you seeââ
âYou felt so important and so secretive that you wanted to keep it to yourself! I suppose you have been going into all sorts of dangers, and I didnât know. Hugh, that was rather unkind of you, wasnât it? We have never had any secrets from each other before.â
âI know, Joan; but this was rather different, wasnât it?â
âHow long have you been in the Secret Service?â she asked, ignoring his question.
âNearly two years!â
âTwo years! And I never guessed!â She looked at him with admiration. âYou must be cleverer than I thought,â she said.
âThank you!â he said, bowing.
âThen you are not going to India as a professor?â
âI am â very much so! You saw my appointment. I shall take up the job as professor, and, I hope, do everything that is required of me. At the same time I have a mission from the Intelligence Department.â
âHow exciting! What is it?â
âI cannot tell you any more, Joan. You must be satisfied with what I have told you.â
âOf course I am. Iâll never question you in any way, and you shall tell me just as much, or just as little as you like for the future.â
âThatâs sporting of you, dear. You must be very careful never to give away by word or sign that I am not altogether what I seem.â
âOf course not!â she replied indignantly.
âOne of our men is coming out with us to help me. He is an awfully good fellow and youâll like him once you get used to him.â
âIs he very difficult then?â
âNo; but he takes a lot of understanding. He has been my valet for a good many years, and I hadnât the heart to leave him behind, when he pleaded to come, in spite of the expense.â
She stared at him with wide-open eyes.
âHugh, what are you talking about?â
He grinned.
âThat is the tale for other people,â he said, âand we shall have to get it so much into our minds that weâll believe it ourselves.â
âHow thrilling it all sounds!â she said with sparkling eyes.
âForget the thrills, dear! Remember that I am a dry-as-dust professor of English Literature from now on!â
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