If he had not been a gentleman he would not have
attracted Madeline Spencer for an instant. She dealt only in gentlemen.
She had not told Snodgrass of the Clephane letter, nor anything as to
Harleston except to refer casually to him as the confidential emissary
in delicate matters of the State Department. She had found that
Snodgrass was not the actual man in the case; that he was simply a
friendly confederate, or rather, to use his own words, "a friend of
Davidson." She had expected that the package or letter would be
delivered to her in the taxi; but Snodgrass had told her as soon as they
were started that Davidson would forward it to him at the Rataplan by
mail, not later than the two o'clock delivery. He would get it as they
were leaving and transfer it to her, accepting the consideration as
specified by Davidson, and receipting for it. He said flatly that he did
not want to know the contents of the letter; he was doing this favour
for Davidson. He understood that it was to be entirely _sub rosa_ and
that nothing must ever transpire as to it. Therefore he was prepared to
forget the entire episode the moment it was over; the epochal meetings
with her he would not forget, nor would he permit her to forget him if
constant devotion and assiduous attention were of avail.
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