"You could never do wrong in my eyes."
"Ah, but there are other eyes one has to consider," said Emily in a shrewd manner. "You had better speak plainly."
"I will, if you promise to hold your tongue. If what I am about to say gets abroad, farewell to the money and to my resuming my title."
"It's nothing wrong, I hope," faltered Emily, rather taken aback by this earnestness. "Although I am not a prude I should never think of doing anything to----"
"No, no! All I ask you to do is to give me some information."
"Information! Good gracious! what information can I give you?"
"Bocaros rose and began to walk with his hands in his pockets. I suppose you remember the White Room crime," he said slowly.
Miss Doon shrieked. "Oh, don't talk of it, baron. It has ruined my nerves. I can't----"
The professor interrupted ruthlessly. "Has it ruined the nerves of your mistress?" he asked sharply.
Emily sat up and became more of a servant and an artful woman. "What's that?"