"Suspected, at any rate. I wrote you that Lord Deringham was watching me sharply. Where he got the idea from I can't imagine, but he got it and he got it right, anyhow. He's followed me about like a cat, and it's all up." "What does he know?" "Nothing! He found a sheet of carbon on my desk, no more! I had to leave in an hour." "And Lady Deringham?" "She is like the rest--she thinks him mad. She has not the faintest idea that, mad or not, he has stumbled upon the truth. She was glad to have me go--for other reasons; but she has not the faintest doubt but that I have been unjustly dismissed." "And he? How much does he know?" "Exactly what I told you--nothing! His idea was just a confused one that I thought the stuff valuable--how you can make any sense of such trash I don't know--and that I was keeping a copy back for myself. He was worrying for an excuse to get rid of me, and he grabbed at it." "Why was Lady Deringham glad to have you go?" Mr. Sabin asked. "Because I amused myself with her son." "Lord Wolfenden?" "Yes!" For the first time since he had entered the room Mr. Sabin's grim countenance relaxed. The corners of his lips slowly twisted themselves into a smile. "Good girl," he said. "Is he any use now?" "None," she answered with some emphasis. "None whatever. He is a fool." The colour in her cheeks had deepened a little. A light shot from her eyes. Mr. Sabin's amusement deepened. He looked positively benign. "You've tried him?" he suggested. The girl nodded, and blew a little cloud of tobacco smoke from her mouth. "Yes; I went there last night. He was very kind. He sent his servant out with me and got me nice, respectable rooms." Mr. Sabin did what was for him an exceptional thing. He sat down and laughed to himself softly, but with a genuine and obvious enjoyment. "Blanche," he said, "it was a lucky thing that I discovered you. No one else could have appreciated you properly." She looked at him with a sudden hardness. "You should appreciate me," she said, "for what I am you made me. I am of your handiwork: a man should appreciate the tool of his own fashioning." "Nature," Mr. Sabin said smoothly, "had made the way easy for me. Mine were but finishing touches. But we have no time for this sort of thing. You have done well at Deringham and I shall not forget it. But your dismissal just now is exceedingly awkward. For the moment, indeed, I scarcely see my way. I wonder in what direction Lord Deringham will look for your successor?" "Not anywhere within the sphere of your influence," she answered. "I do not think that I shall have a successor at all just yet. There was only a week's work to do. He will copy that himself." "I am very much afraid," Mr. Sabin said, "that he will; yet we must have that copy."