She had heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given her. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. “He will probably make a statement to-night. \" She said, and they walked down the pebble stone path designed for joggers and bikers. ‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. The entrance was concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find it.
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