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"Then, why should I go there?"

"Really, Mr. Barsad, I can't say, if you can't."

"Do you mean that you won't say, sir?" the spy irresolutely

asked.

"You apprehend me very clearly, Mr. Barsad. I won't."

Carton's negligent recklessness of manner came powerfully in aid

of his quickness and skill, in such a business as he had in his

secret mind, and with such a man as he had to do with. His

practised eye saw it, and made the most of it.

"Now, I told you so," said the spy, casting a reproachful look at

his sister; "if any trouble comes of this, it's your doing."

"Come, come, Mr. Barsad!" exclaimed Sydney. "Don't be ungrateful.

But for my great respect for your sister, I might not have led up

so pleasantly to a little proposal that I wish to make for our

mutual satisfaction. Do you go with me to the Bank?"

"I'll hear what you have got to say. Yes, I'll go with you."