he said, “and I hope you will pardon this liberty. It does not matter in the least who I am, but it is sufficient to say that I am one of the Duke’s guests. If I have the pleasure of speaking to Miss Fiona Dear—”
“That is my name,” the stranger replied. “But it is not usual for me to be accosted in this way—”
“I am perfectly well aware of that,” Cleave said eagerly, “but I happen to know something about you which impels me to ask a favour at your hands. I have no doubt that from time to time many curious requests are made of you, requests which—”
Despite his coolness, Cleave stopped and stammered as he saw another figure come swiftly through an opening in the hedge. A second later and a pair of strong, lithe arms were thrown from behind round the neck of the thought-reader, and a white handkerchief, strong with some pungent odour, was thrust into her mouth. The victim struggled feebly for a second or two, then collapsed without a sound unconscious on the road.
“So far, so good,” Eleanor Marsh said breathlessly. “I flatter myself that it was accomplished quite neatly. Now don’t stand there staring at me like that. Lift her up and I will help you to place her where there is no chance of her being discovered. Bring the bag along—I shall want that. There is no time to lose.”
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