"I was just saying to our friend Jones here, Mr. Barnes, that you look
like a more than ordinarily intelligent man and that if I had a chance
to buzz with you for a quarter of an hour I could present a
proposition---"
"Sorry, Mr. Sprouse, but it is half-past eleven o'clock, and I am dog-
tired. You will have to excuse me."
"To-morrow morning will suit me," said Sprouse cheerfully, "if it
suits you."
CHAPTER XI
MR. SPROUSE ABANDONS LITERATURE AT AN EARLY HOUR IN THE MORNING
After thrashing about in his bed for seven sleepless hours, Barnes
arose and gloomily breakfasted alone. He was not discouraged over his
failure to arrive at anything tangible in the shape of a plan of
action. It was inconceivable that he should not be able in very short
order to bring about the release of the fair guest of Green Fancy. He
realised that the conspiracy in which she appeared to be a vital link
was far-reaching and undoubtedly pernicious in character. There was
not the slightest doubt in his mind that international affairs of
considerable importance were involved and that the agents operating at
Green Fancy were under definite orders.
Mr. Sprouse came into the dining-room as he was taking his last
swallow of coffee.
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