“They start to-morrow,” said I.
“Cary, I am going to ask you something. Don’t show any surprise. Are you a brave girl?”
“I hardly know,” said I, resisting the temptation to look up and see what he meant. “Why?”
“Because a woman is wanted for a piece of work, and we think you would answer.”
“What piece of work?—and who are ‘we’?” I asked, turning over some views of Rome with very little notion what they were.
“‘We’ are Colonel Keith, Raymond, and myself.”
“And what ‘piece of work’?” I asked again.
“To attempt the rescue of Angus.”
“How?—what am I to do?”
“Did you ever try to personate anybody?”