"That crossed my mind too. He seems a deep one, and I don't like his looks."
"You are sure it is Glasson?"
Parson Chichester produced the card, badly crumpled, from his riding-glove. Miss Sally pushed her Sunday spectacles higher on her brows and examined it with her clear eyes.
"This," she said "is going to be a treat. The man cannot possibly have guessed that the children are in this neighbourhood. You haven't enlightened him, I hope?"
"Certainly not," Mr. Chichester answered indignantly.
"Well, you said a moment since that you'd been infernally stupid, and I don't yet know what form it took."
"I let him know what I'd discovered—that he had been pumping Matters for Sir Miles's address."
"There is no harm in that. He can have the address from me as soon as he likes."
"But surely you see through his game? He has tracked out the boy's parentage, and he's out after blackmail."
"To be sure he is; and, what's more, he's going to have a run for his money. What on earth is the matter outside?"