A little irrepressible sigh escaped her.
“Naturally,” he continued, “you will ask my credentials. Is it possible that you have heard mention of ‘Lamb’s Agency’?”
She shook her head slightly.
“It was founded,” said Gilead, “by a person having great wealth, and a keen desire to apply it to the most helpful uses. Any wronged or persecuted innocence has a first claim upon it, I may say. My name is Gilead Balm, and I represent the Agency in this instance.”
Her eyes opened upon him wonderingly.
“Does such an institution exist?” she murmured. “I am very fortunate.”
He bowed gravely.
“The good fortune is ours, madam, where our purpose is vindicated.”
“I understand you,” she said. “You must guard against the wiles of the unscrupulous?”
“An exhaustive investigation is the only way,” he said.