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ith his appearance。
Having turned slowly so that his eyes rested on Lord Wisbeach's ingenuous countenance； Willie paused； and his face assumed the expression of his photograph in the Chronicle。
〃Ah； Wisbeach！〃 he said。
Lord Wisbeach did not appear to resent the patronage of his manner。 He plunged cheerily into talk。 He had a pleasant； simple way of porting himself which made people like him。
〃I was just telling Mrs。 Pett；〃 he said； 〃that I shouldn't be surprised if you were to get an offer for your stuff from our fellows at home before long。 I saw a lot of our War Office men when I was in England； don't you know。 Several of them mentioned the stuff。〃
Willie resented Partridgite as being referred to as 〃the stuff；〃 but he made allowance。 All Englishmen talked that way； he supposed。
〃Indeed？〃 he said。
〃Of course；〃 said Mrs。 Pett； 〃Willie is a patriot and would have to give our own authorities the first chance。〃
〃Rather！〃
〃But you know what officials are all over the world。 They are so sceptical and they move so slowly。〃
〃I know。 Our men at home are just the same as a rule。 I've got a pal who invented something…or…other； I forget what； but it was a most decent little contrivance and very useful and all that； and he simply can't get them to say Yes or No about it。 But； all the same； I wonder you didn't have some of them trying to put out feelers to you when you were in London。〃
〃Oh； we were only in London a few hours。 By the way； Lord Wisbeach； my sister〃Mrs。 Pett paused； she disliked to have to mention her sister or to refer to this subject at all； but curiosity impelled her〃my sister said that you are a great friend of her step…son； James Crocker。 I didn't know that you knew him。〃
Lord Wisbeach seemed to hesitate for a moment。
〃He's not ing over； is he？ Pity！ It would have done him a world of good。 Yes； Jimmy Crocker and I have always been great pals。 He's a bit of a nut； of course； 。 。 。 I beg your pardon！ 。 。 。 I mean 。 。 。〃 He broke off confusedly； and turned to Willie again to cover himself。 〃How are you getting on with the jolly old stuff？〃 he asked。
If Willie had objected to Partridgite being called 〃the stuff；〃 he was still less in favour of its being termed 〃the jolly old stuff。〃 He replied coldly。
〃I have ceased to get along with the jolly old stuff。〃
〃Struck a snag？〃 enquired Lord Wisbeach sympathetically。
〃On the contrary； my experiments have been entirely successful。 I have enough Partridgite in my laboratory to blow New York to bits！〃
〃Willie！〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Pett。 〃Why didn't you tell me before？ You know I am so interested。〃
〃I only pleted my work last night。〃
He moved off with an important nod。 He was tired of Lord Wisbeach's society。 There was something about the young man which he did not like。 He went to find more congenial pany in a group by the window。
Lord Wisbeach turned to his hostess。 The vacuous expression had dropped from his face like a mask。 A pair of keen and intelligent eyes met Mrs。 Pett's。
〃Mrs。 Pett； may I speak to you seriously？〃
Mrs。 Pett's surprise at the alteration in the man prevented her from replying。 Much as she liked Lord Wisbeach； she had never given him credit for brains； and it was a man with brains and keen ones who was looking at her now。 She nodded。
〃If your nephew has really succeeded in his experiments； you should be awfully careful。 That stuff ought not to lie about in his laboratory； though no doubt he has hidden it as carefully as possible。 It ought to be in a safe somewhere。 In that safe in your library。 News of this kind moves like lightning。 At this very moment； there may be people watching for a chance of getting at the stuff。〃
Every nerve in Mrs。 Pett's body； every cell of a brain which had for years been absorbing and giving out sensational fiction； quivered irrepressibly at these words； spoken in a low； tense voice which gave them additional emphasis。 Never had she misjudged a man as she had misjudged Lord Wisbeach。
〃Spies？〃 she quavered。
〃They wouldn't call themselves that；〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃Secret Service agents。 Every country has its men whose only duty it is to handle this sort of work。〃
〃They would try to steal Willie's？〃 Mrs。 Pett's voice failed。
〃They would not look on it as stealing。 Their motives would be patriotic。 I tell you； Mrs。 Pett； I have heard stories from friends of mine in the English Secret Service which would amaze you。 Perfectly straight men in private life； but absolutely unscrupulous when at work。 They stick at nothingnothing。 If I were you； I should suspect every one； especially every stranger。〃 He smiled engagingly。 〃You are thinking that that is odd advice from one who is practically a stranger like myself。 Never mind。 Suspect me； too； if you like。 Be on the safe side。〃
〃I would not dream of doing such a thing； Lord Wisbeach；〃 said Mrs。 Pett horrified。 〃I trust you implicitly。 Even supposing such a thing were possible； would you have warned me like this； if you had been？〃
〃That's true；〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃I never thought of that。 Well； let me say； suspect everybody but me。〃 He stopped abruptly。 〃Mrs。 Pett；〃 he whispered； 〃don't look round for a moment。 Wait。〃 The words were almost inaudible。 〃Who is that man behind you？ He has been listening to us。 Turn slowly。〃
With elaborate carelessness； Mrs。 Pett turned her head。 At first she thought her panion must have alluded to one of a small group of young men who； very improperly in such surroundings； were discussing with raised voices the prospects of the clubs peting for the National League Baseball Pennant。 Then； extending the sweep of her gaze； she saw that she had been mistaken。 Midway between her and this group stood a single figure； the figure of a stout man in a swallow…tail suit； who bore before him a tray with cups on it。 As she turned； this man caught her eye； gave a guilty start； and hurried across the room。
〃You saw？〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃He was listening。 Who is that man？ Your butler apparently。 What do you know of him？〃
〃He is my new butler。 His name is Skinner。〃
〃Ah； your new butler？ He hasn't been with you long； then？〃
〃He only arrived from England three days ago。〃
〃From England？ How did he get in here？ I mean； on whose remendation？〃
〃Mr。 Pett offered him the place when we met him at my sister's in London。 We went over there to see my sister； EugeniaMrs。 Crocker。 This man was the butler who admitted us。 He asked Mr。 Pett something about baseball； and Mr。 Pett was so pleased that he offered him a place here if he wanted to e over。 The man did not give any definite answer then； but apparently he sailed on the next boat； and came to the house a few days after we had returned。〃
Lord Wisbeach laughed softly。
〃Very smart。 Of course they had him planted there for the purpose。〃
〃What ought I to do？〃 asked Mrs。 Pett agitatedly。
〃Do nothing。 There is nothing that you can do； for the present； except keep your eyes open。 Watch this man Skinner。 See if he has any acplices。 It is hardly likely that he is working alone。 Suspect everybody。 Believe me 。 。 。〃
At this moment； apparently from some upper region； there burst forth an uproar so sudden and overwhelming that it m