"No, you are a very level-headed girl, as I know. I'll trust you, only I hope you won't get into any difficulty."
"If I do, I'll send for you at once. Now, when you get back to your quarters, write and ask Ferdy down for to-morrow night and for the next night."
"I can ask him now. He's in the house."
"No, I want you to ask him by letter. Write to him at Sir Daniel's."
Anthony nodded. "Very good. Anything else?"
"Yes. When Ferdy leaves you--in a couple of days--go up to London, and to Tea Street, Whitechapel."
"What for, Clarice?"
"To find out all you can concerning the young man who died of consumption there--the man who was one of the Purple Fern murderers. I want to know his name, and all about him."
"What good will that do?"
"It may lead us to discover the whereabouts of Osip. When we catch him, then we can be certain of his guilt, and both Sir Daniel and Zara will be unable to accuse Ferdy or Mr. Clarke. Do you see?"