A frown darkened Layton's face.
"I wish you would not put yourself so completely into the hands of a stranger," he said doubtfully. "Who and what, is this man? And how does he come to be mixed up in this affair?"
"I know nothing whatever about him," she replied. "But there is something that makes me trust him. I believe he will keep his promise."
"I don't like it," he insisted.
"If I didn't help him," she said, "I could do nothing. And I should go mad."
"What has he given you to do?" he asked.
"I promised not to tell any one," she hesitated.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"You had better tell me. You have no one else to protect you."
"It is something I can't understand," she said slowly. "This morning I had to write out the names and addresses of all the Art and Picture Dealers from the Directory, and this afternoon I am to go round in a car to as many of them as I can, with a letter from the French Embassy, to ask if any articles have ever been supplied to, or orders taken from, a Miss Masters, of 35, De Vere Terrace, Streatham, and if so, what."