"Only let
me know what you wish and you may command the very utmost I can do. And
please don't think of me as a stranger."
Edith Morriston smiled, and to Gifford it was the most fascinating smile
he had ever seen. "Only let me know how I can serve you," he said, his
pulses tingling.
"I am thinking of my brother," she replied, in a tone so friendly that it
neutralized the rather damping effect of the words. "He is worrying over
this business more than one who does not know him well would think. I had
an idea, Mr. Gifford, that you might help us by, in a way, standing
between us, so far as might be possible, and this Mr. Gervase Henshaw. He
stays at your hotel, does he not?"
"Yes; he is expected there to-morrow morning, if not to-night."
"You may perhaps," the girl proceeded, "be able--I don't know how, and I
have no right to ask it--"
"Please, Miss Morriston!" Gifford pleaded.
"To minimize any annoyance we are likely to suffer through his--his
uncomfortable zeal," she resumed hesitatingly. "If not that, you may, if
he is friendly with you, have an opportunity of getting to hear something
of his plans and ideas, and warning me if he is likely to worry us at
Wynford.
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