Doubtless Miss Westfall will dispatch Johnny
for your motorcycle."
The Baron accepted.
"There is one thing more, Miss Westfall," he added as they were
leaving. "Frankness is such a refreshing experience for me, that I
must drink of the fount again. Days back, a headstrong young secretary
of mine of considerable nerve and independence and--er--intermittent
disrespect for his chief---having come to grief through a knife of
Themar's intended for another--refused, with a habit of infernal
politeness he has which I find most maddening, refused, mademoiselle,
to execute a certain little commission of mine because he quixotically
fancied it savored of spying!"
"Tregar!" said Philip with an indignant flush. And added with an
uncomfortable conviction of disrespect, "Er--Excellency!"
"I said--intermittent disrespect," reminded Tregar. "Moreover," he
continued, stroking his beard and selecting his words with the
precision of the careful linguist that he was, "this secretary of mine,
after an interview of most disconcerting candor, took to the road and a
hay-cart in a dudgeon, constituting himself, in a characteristic
outburst of suspicion, quixotism, chivalry and protection, a sentinel
to whom lack of sleep, the discomforts of a hay-camp--and--er--spying
black-and-tans were nothing.
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