wasnât Francis, who was it?â
âThe Home Secretary manâat least, I think thatâs what he is. Heâs quite nice looking, but heâs got such an ugly nameâBiffingtonâBuffington-Billingtonâone of those names, you know.â
âI suppose you mean Mr. Lushington?â
Sylvia brightened.
âDarling, youâre so clever about names. Yes, Lushington. And his wifeâs sister is married to Binks.â
âBinks?â
âBinks Wessex-Gardnerâhe is Buffoâs brother. They were all staying with the Wessex-Gardners, and so were we. Darling, theyâve got the most lovely place. And you never saw anything like her clothesâtoo too of course, but dreams . She had an evening dress all white and gold patent leatherââ
âWhat was this paper you stole?â said Gay.
Sylvia winced.
âOh, thatâs a horrid word!â
âItâs a horrid thing. What paper was it?â
Sylvia stared.
âI havenât the least idea.â
âWhat did it look like? You must know that.â
âOh, yes, he told me. He said it would be a sort of list on a piece of paperâwhat do they call that big sort of paper?â
Gayâs eyes danced for a moment.
âDo you mean foolscap?â
âYes, thatâs it! And there wasnât any printing on itâjust a lot of writing and a list of namesâin one of those long envelopes. And he said I was to take the envelope just as it was, after Iâd looked inside to see if it was the right one, and he said I was to put a plain envelope there instead.â
Gay gave a horrified gasp.
âSylvia!â
âI did it very well,â said Sylvia with innocent pride.
âYou put a plain envelope there instead?â
Sylvia nodded.
âYes, he told me toâhe said to take one off Francisâ table, and he told me what size, and he said to put some paper inside it to make it look all right, and I did.â
âSylviaâyou said you had to look inside the envelope you took to make sure it was the right one?â
âYes, and I did. I was ever so quick.â
âWhat were you to look for?â
Sylviaâs white brow wrinkled.
âI keep forgetting the wordâsuch a funny oneâsomething to do with shoesââ
Gay said sharply, âNonsense, Sylly!â
âOh, but it wasânot English onesâthose French wooden thingsââ
âSabots?â
Sylviaâs brow relaxed.
âYes, that was itâthatâs what I had to look for. He said it would be there, right on top, and it wasâsabotage.â
âWhat did you do with it?â said Gay in a tired voice.
âI did exactly what he said. I didnât make any mistakes. I put the envelope in my bag. And after dinner we were in the winter garden and they were playing cards, and what I was to do was to walk down the drive and keep close to the bushes on the left, so I did. I had a fur wrap of course, and when I got about half way down someone flashed a light on me and I stopped, and I said, âWho is it?â like he told me to, so as to be quite sure of not making a mistake and giving it to the wrong person. And he said, âMr. Zero,â like he said he would, so then I gave him the envelope.â
âDid you see him?â
Sylvia shook her head.
âOh, noâit was dark. Besides, he didnât come out of the bushes. He just put out a hand and took the envelope. And then he gave me another with the money in it, and I ran back as fast as I could.â
Gay still had the two pieces of newspaper in her left hand. She looked at them now, her mind quite dark, quite helpless. âSame timeâsame placeâsame moneyââ She read the words aloud.
âWhat does it mean?â she said.
âIt means he wants some more papers,â said Sylvia.
IV
Gay went to the window, wrestled with it, opened it, and stuck her