"It will help me to identify your double."
"Yes, of course! I understand."
She opened a drawer and took out a cabinet photograph of herself, choosing the severest dress and simplest attitude.
Faunce promised to report progress from Algiers. If he drew blank there, he would go on to Corsica and Sardinia. He would have bowed himself out of the room, with a respectful distance, but Grace held out her hand to him.
"You believe in me, don't you, Mr. Faunce?" she said, as they shook hands.
"With all my heart, madam."
"And you don't always believe in your clients, I think?"
Faunce smiled an enigmatic smile.
"I have some queer clients now and then," he said.
He had taken up his hat, and Lady Perivale's hand was upon the bell, when Susan broke in suddenly, exclaiming—