from Paddington.
These things were no false note for him--his difficulty absorbed them
all. The eyes with which he pressed her, and in the depths of which she
read terror and rage and literal tears, were just the same he would have
shown any other prim person.

"I don't know the date. I only know the thing went from here, and just
about the time I speak of. It wasn't delivered, you see. We've got to
recover it."

CHAPTER XXIII

She was as struck with the beauty of his plural pronoun as she had judged
he might be with that of her own; but she knew now so well what she was
about that she could almost play with him and with her new-born joy. "You
say 'about the time you speak of.' But I don't think you speak of an
exact time--do you?"

He looked splendidly helpless. "That's just what I want to find out.
Don't you keep the old ones?--can't you look it up?"

Our young lady--still at Paddington--turned the question over. "It
wasn't delivered?"

"Yes, it _was_; yet, at the same time, don't you know? it wasn't." He
just hung back, but he brought it out. "I mean it was intercepted, don't
you know? and there was something in it." He paused again and, as if to
further his quest and woo and supplicate success and recovery, even
smiled with an effort at the agreeable that was almost ghastly and that
turned the knife in her tenderness. What must be the pain of it all, of
the open gulf and the throbbing fever, when this was the mere hot breath?
"We want to get what was in it--to know what it was."

"I see--I see." She managed just the accent they had at Paddington when
they stared like dead fish. "And you have no clue?"

"Not at all--I've the clue I've just given you."

"Oh the last of August?" If she kept it up long enough she would make
him really angry.

"Yes, and the address, as I've said."

"Oh the same as last night?"

He visibly quivered, as with a gleam of hope; but it only poured oil on
her quietude, and she was still deliberate. She ranged some papers.
"Won't you look?" he went on.

"I remember your coming," she replied.

He blinked with a new uneasiness; it might have begun to come to him,
through her difference, that he was somehow different himself. "You were
much quicker then, you know!"

"So were you--you must do me that justice," she answered with a smile.
"But let me see. Wasn't it Dover?"

"Yes, Miss Dolman--"

"Parade Lodge, Parade Terrace?"

"Exactly--thank you so