“That is understood. In fact, I see nothing that you could be of use in.”
“Of course not.”
“Nor do I see how any one can act as yet; but all the same, Miss Spicer, I shall earn your money.”
“Very well; I don’t ask how. I only wish for a thing, and when it comes to pass, give so much money.”
“Five thousand,” said the maid.
“Five thousand,” answered the young lady, and the bargain was closed.
CHAPTER XLIX.
MR. MAHONE.
Ellen Post went down to the kitchen just after Boyce entered it with his basket of groceries, and there she found Robert conversing in a low, eager voice with the grocer’s clerk. As the two stood together, the girl remarked the wonderful likeness that existed between them, in form and color. Both were strong, and, if not tall, well built and active. Boyce was talking earnestly, and glanced around now and then to make sure that no one was listening. There was a look of triumph in his face, that Robert seemed to share, for he smiled broadly, while he listened, and laying his hand on the clerk’s shoulder, seemed to commend him for something he had done.
Ellen Post was impatient, and watched all this with irritation. She wished to speak with Robert, and was angry that he did not come forward the moment she entered the room.
“Mr. Mahone,” exclaimed the irate maid. “Mr. Mahone, I am waiting to speak with you!”