The Chief of the American Secret Service put his hand through Dercum’s arm and drew him along beside him, down the hall, with an ease of manner as though he were the warm companion of a lifetime.
“My friend,” he said, “I am going to ask you to release this guardianship and go on your expedition alone.”
Dercum stopped suddenly, his body rigid.
“You have overheard,” he said.
Walker smiled. He made a slight gesture.
“It is one of the perquisites of the Secret Service,” he said. “You will grant my request, Sir Henry.”
“Your request?” Dercum’s voice was almost a stutter. “I grant it?”
The Chief of the American Secret Service took a firmer hold of his arm.
“Walk with me,” he said; “we may be noticed.... Ah, yes, my friend, you will grant it.”
“Why should I grant it, pray?” said the amazed Dercum.