Chapter 55

“She might come round,” said St. Loe. “Or—or it might be arranged somehow. What do I get?” Ewart ordered brandy and pushed his open cigar-case across the cloth. “I can’t take you on blind,” he said. “Jordan will have to vet you. There’s plenty of cunning chauffeurs, but this is a different trade.” “That’s understood,” said St. Loe. “If Jordan passes me out, what do I get?” Ewart lighted his cigar. “There’s a market in Spain,” he said. “I’ve studied it for some time, and I’ve found what it wants. The job is to get a…