"And a good thing it was that he came upon you," said the old servant, shaking her gray head. "You might have bled to death."
There was a moment's silence; then Drevenoff asked, curiously:
"What happened to you?—and how did you come to this?"
The secret agent smiled.
"I was making a call," said he, "and my presence was evidently not altogether appreciated."
Though they waited for more, still he stopped at that; and raising his hand he felt of a wet bandage which was drawn tightly about his head. Stella Corbin during the above had sat quite still; her dark eyes were fixed steadily upon him; their expression was strange and full of speculation.
"It is queer how things chance at times," spoke Drevenoff, addressing Nanon. "If Miss Corbin had not asked me to go to the city for her to-night, I should not have gone out; and if I had not gone out, I should not have found him."
But the old woman paid no attention to the latter part of his speech. She gazed at him for a moment: then her eyes shifted to the girl.
"You are sending him to the city, then?" she said.