He shot a quick, searching look at her face. "They are a violent
people--some of them," he commented quickly.
"You are going into town to-morrow?" I heard him ask Miss Brixton,
as they walked slowly down the wide hall to the conservatory a few
moments later.
"What do you think of him?" I whispered to Kennedy.
I suppose my native distrust of his kind showed through, for Craig
merely shrugged his shoulders. Before he could reply Mr. Brixton
joined us.
"There's another one--just came," he ejaculated, throwing a letter
down on the library table. It was only a few lines this time:
"The bonds will not be subject to a tax by the government, they
say. No--because if there is a war there won't be any government
to tax them!"
The note did not appear to interest Kennedy as much as what he had
discovered. "One thing is self-evident, Mr. Brixton," he remarked.
"Some one inside this house is spying, is in constant
communication with a person or persons outside. All the watchmen
and Great Danes on the estate are of no avail against the subtle,
underground connection that I believe exists.
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