"They've poisoned me with their
beastly gases."
Catherine rose to her feet. She faced the two men, her eyes
flashing with anger.
"The Council will require an explanation of this, Mr. Fenn!" she
declared passionately. "Barely an hour ago you told us that Mr.
Orden had escaped from Hampstead."
"Julian Orden," Fenn replied, "has been handed over to our secret
service by the unanimous vote of the Council. We have absolute
liberty to deal with him as we think fit."
"Have you liberty to tell lies as to his whereabouts?" Catherine
demanded. "You deliberately told the Council he had escaped, yet,
entirely owing to Mr. Furley, I find you down here at Bermondsey
with him. What were you going to do with him when I came in?"
"Persuade him to restore the packet, if we could," Fenn answered
sullenly.
"Rubbish!" Catherine retorted. "You know very well that he is our
friend. You have only to tell him the truth, and your task with
him is at an end."
"Steady!" Julian muttered. "Don't imagine that I have any
sympathy with your little nest of conspirators."
"That is only because you do not understand," Catherine assured
him. "Listen, and you shall hear the whole truth. I will tell
you what is inside that packet and whose signatures you will find
there."
Julian gripped her wrist suddenly. His eyes were filled with a
new fear. He was watching the two men, who were whispering
together.
"Catherine," he exclaimed warningly, "look out! These men mean
mischief.
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