“I will, sir; I hate impostures, I hate that which puts the garb of virtue or religion for base purposes.”
“Ah, you have a right feeling of these things, young man,” said Learmont.
“Execute this matter to my satisfaction, and I will entertain you as my secretary.”
“When, sir, may I have an opportunity to prove my zeal?”
“I think to-morrow. A week seldom passes but he comes here craving for alms. You shall see him and follow him. Track him like a blood-hound; it will be esteemed good service by me. ’Tis a mere trifle, but succeed in it, and I will make much of you.”
“I shall do my utmost, sir. There may be difficulties that I wont not of; but I will strive to overcome this, and do you satisfactory service.”
“Here’s money for you,” said Learmont, handing him a purse. “Amuse yourself to-day: I shall not require your services until to-morrow, but attend me then at an early hour—say nine.”
“I will be punctual, sir.”
“And secret?”
“If you wish it.”