It was too soon for
the "out again" with Marston. He was very useful--he was not restless,
nor demanding, nor sensitive, nor impatient of others, nor jealous. He
was like a faithful dog, who adores and adores, and pleads only to be
allowed to adore. Moreover, he was a capable man and trustworthy;
dependable and far above his class. Therefore she took care that his
chains should be silken, yet at the same time that he be not permitted
to graze too far afield.
"I wonder," Marston was saying, after a little thought, "if Carpenter,
the Chief of the Secret Bureau of their State Department, might be
purchasable--if we made him a good stiff bid?"
"I don't know," she answered. "It isn't likely, however; he is too old
and tried an official to be venal. Furthermore we haven't any money at
hand, and my instructions are to act independently of the German
Embassy, and under no circumstances whatever to communicate with it. In
such business as we are engaged, the Embassy never knows us nor of our
plans. They don't dare to know; and they will calmly deny us if we
appeal to them."
"The money might be arranged," Marston suggested. "You could cable to
Berlin for it--and have it cabled back."
"It might be done," said she thoughtfully.
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