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CHAPTER XIV - A TALL SHIP

secret work for the Admiralty. Good heavens !-the thought suddenly struck her-was he trying to sell those secrets to some foreign agent ? It was a devastating idea ; but the more she thought of it, the more it seemed to gain hold. His manner was that of a guilty man-she had already come to that conclusion. What, then, if the secret agent were someone they all knew-the Comte-Mr. Durkheim or even Madelaine Kenton . . . ! Oh yes ! Molly Finch had all her buttons on ; and lately she had thought a great deal about these strange friends of her father.
She could understand now why they wanted her out of the way ! But what had come over her father to allow it? He was evidently quite under their thumb. He had even got rid of her mother ! Yes ! Her unexpected return from Brussels had " put the cat among the pigeons " ! She could see it all now.
" M'selle will eat." The man who still stood respectfully near the door, indicated the dishes with his hand, which, as had the others during that day, had been brought in on the wagon.
She thought rapidly-she would need all her strength to see this through.
" Please," she answered.
Hardly had the man gone out when there was a tap on the door and a trim maid appeared.
" I am to pack for madame," she said softly in French.
Afterwards, Molly could only recall the happenings of the next few hours with great difficulty. It had all seemed like a dream that she should be sitting there in that sumptuous suite of rooms with a French maid who seemed to have collected everything she needed for a long stay (and most of them her own things. How they came to be there, she never found out). She remembered but vaguely, too, the meal she had. But she had eaten it. She was too sensible to

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