sting of contempt that had poisoned his speech before. "And, oh, Phillips"-looking back and dropping his voice-"when Mr. Hulse arrives show him into the morning-room at first. Not up here, you understand? Now, Sims."
After a rather helpless look round for something suitable on which to lay his parcel, the woebegone-looking individual was attempting to untie it on an upraised knee.
"Yes, sir," he replied, endeavouring to impart a modicum of briskness into his manner. "I'm sorry to be a bit late, sir; I was delayed."
"Oh, well, never mind that now," said Darragh magnanimously. "Thing quite all right?"
"Mrs. Sims isn't worse?" asked Violet kindly.
Mr. Sims managed to get his back to the group before he ventured to reply.
'No, miss, he said huskily; "she's better now. She's dead: died an hour ago. That's why I wasn't quite able to get here by eight."
From each of his hearers this tragedy drew a characteristic response. Violet gave a little moan of sympathy and turned away. Kato regarded Sims, and continued to regard him, with the tranquil incuriosity of the unpitying East. Darragh-Darragh alone spoke, and his tone was almost genial.
"Devilish lucky that you were able to get here by now, in the circumstances, Sims," he said.
"Well, sir," replied Sims practically, "you see, I shall need the money just as much now-though not quite for the same purpose as I had planned." He took the garment from the paper and shook it out before displaying it for Darragh's approval. "I think you will find that quite satisfactory, sir."
"Exactly the same as the one your people made for Mr. Hulse a week ago?" asked Darragh, glancing at the jacket and then passing it on to Violet for her verdict.
"To a stitch, sir. A friend of mine up at the shop got the measurements and the cloth is a length from the same piece."
"But the cut, Sims, " persisted his patron keenly; "the cut is the most important thing about it. It makes all the difference in the world."
"Yes, sir," acquiesced Sims dispassionately; "you can rely on that. I used to be a first-class cutter myself before I took to drink. I am yet, when I'm steady. And I machined both coats myself."
"That should do then," said Darragh complacently. "Now you were to have-"
"Ten guineas and the cost of the cloth you promised, sir. Of course it's a very big price, and I won't deny that I've been a bit uneasy about it from time to time when I-"
"That's all right." Darragh had no wish to keep Mr. Sims in evidence a minute longer than was necessary.
"I shouldn't like to be doing anything wrong, sir,�� persisted the poor creature; "and when you stipulated that it wasn't to be mentioned-"
"Well, well, man; it's a bet, didn't I tell you? I stand to win a clear hundred if I can fool Hulse over this coat. That's the, long and short of it."
"I'm sure I hope it is, sir. I've never been in trouble for anything yet, and it would break my wife's 'art-" He stopped suddenly and his weak face changed to a recollection of his loss; then without another word he turned and made shakily for the door.
"See him safely away, Katty, and pay him down below," said Darragh. "I'll settle with you later," and the Japanese, with a careless "All right-o," followed.
"Now, Violet, slip into it," continued her husband briskly. "We don't want to keep Hulse waiting when he comes." From a drawer in a cabinet near at hand he took a paper packet, prepared in readiness, and passed it to her. "You have the right cotton?"
"Yes, Hugh," said Violet, opening a little workbasket. She had already satisfied herself that the coat was a replica of the one the young American would wear, and she now transferred the dummy package to the corresponding pocket and with a few deft stitches secured it in the same way as she had already learned that the real contents were safeguarded. "And, Hugh-' "
"Well, well?" responded Darragh, with a return of his old impatience.
"I don't wish to know all your plans, Hugh," continued Violet meekly, "but I do want to warn you. You are running a most tremendous risk with Kato."
"Oh, Kato!"
"It is really serious, Hugh. You don't believe in patriotism, I know, but Kato happens to. When he learns that it isn't ten thousand pounds at all, but confidential war plans, that this scoop consists of, something terrible may happen."
"It might, Violet. Therefore I haven't told him, and I am so arranging things that he will never know. Cheer up, my girl, there will be no tragedy. All the same, thanks for the hint. It shows a proper regard for your husband's welfare."
"Oh, Hugh, Hugh," murmured Violet, "if only you were more often-"
Whatever might have been the result-if indeed there was
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