“On your solemn word that you’ll trust me next time you send me out on a mission.�
“My word for that, Chester. You’re too high-spirited to lead the life you were leading. You’ll have your chance now. The war is over—peace has been signed—but England and your country are just coming into their own. Look at Mesopotamia and Arabia and Africa—look at Russia and the Balkans. We’ve got to send men there for certain purposes. You’ll do nicely! There’s no better commission in the world than the one I offer you. It’s free-lancing!â€�
“I’ll take it,� said Fay.
Saidee Isaacs glided forward and pinned the little silver greyhound back on his left lapel. She stepped away with her head thrown high.
Sir Richard leaned over the table. “There’s moderate expenses goes with that,� he said. “Now you’ll be getting salutes from the Bow Street runners instead of dodging them. Are you satisfied with the turn of affairs?�
Fay smiled as he hooked his arm with Saidee Isaacs. “We’re going now,â€� he said. “I’ll report tomorrow. I’ll be subject to your call in all cases except putting men in prisons—I draw a line at that—Sir Richard.â€�
“Good-by!� boomed the chief. “Good-by, Saidee! See that he watches his step!�
Fay opened the door and led her down the hallway. They stood on the porch between the lions. They passed down the gravel walk.
Turning and glancing back, she said:
“Sir Richard is a gentleman!�