"O-h!"
"With an agreeable increase of salary, and new duties which will take you into the open air. . . . You ride?"
"I—I used to before—"
"Exactly; before you were obliged to earn your living. Please have yourself measured for habit and boots this afternoon. I shall arrange for horse, saddle, and groom. You will spend most of your time riding in the Park—for the present."
"But—Mr. Keen—am I to be one of your agents—a sort of detective?"
Keen regarded her absently, then crossed one leg over the other.
"Read me your notes," he said with a smile.
She read them, folded them, and he took them from her, thoughtfully regarding her.
"Did you know that your mother and I were children together?" he asked.
"No!" She stared. "Is that why you sent for me that day at the school of stenography?"