‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. ” “I couldn’t do that,” said Ann Veronica, sharply. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. He’s riding down the drive. ” His walk became a jovial saunter.