“Would you go to Russia alone?”
“No, I should take my father with me.”
“That is an excellent idea, Kate. I advise you to go north by to-night’s train, if you like, and see him, or telegraph to him to come and see us.”
Kate sat down, and Dorothy drew the curtains across the window pane and snapped on the central cluster of electric lamps.
“Will you come with me if I go north?” asked Kate, in a milder tone than she had hitherto used.
“I cannot. I am making an appointment with a man in this room to-morrow.”
“The architect, I suppose,” cried Kate with scorn.
“No, with a man who may or may not give me information of Lamont or Drummond.”
Katherine stared at her open-eyed.
“Then you have been doing something?”