A stormy silence followed the words.
Stephen was preparing for battle when Roddy suddenly raised his head, malice in his hazel eyes.
"Oh, by the way, I quite forgot. There's been a young woman here to-day asking for you—awfully keen. There's no accounting for people's tastes!"
Stephen sat up with a start.
"A young woman?—what name? And why on earth does she come here?"
"Thought it was your house, perhaps—(One back"—he smiled to himself.) "She wouldn't give any name—Said you'd know——" the schoolboy grinned. "A short girl—rather fat—with a touzled mop of fair hair."
Somerfield's face went a shade pale.
("It's Letty——" he thought—"oh! confound it!") but out aloud——
"I think I know. She works for our branch of the League."
"That's all right, then——" Roddy was cheerful—"I gave her your new address, you see. I wrote it down to make sure and she went away quite jolly."