CHAPTER IX. MR. TRENCHARD’S COUNTERSTROKE

Now, however much it might satisfy Mr. Wilding to have Ruth's word for it that so long as he left her in peace neither he nor the Cause had any betrayal to fear from her, Mr. Trenchard was of a very different mind. He fumed and swore and worked himself into a very passion. "Zoons, man!" he cried, "it would mean utter ruin to you if that letter reached Whitehall." "I realize it; but my mind is easy. I have her promise." "A woman's promise!" snorted Trenchard, and proceeded with great circumstance of expletives to da…