"I shouldn’t mention pay again. It looks rather eager."

"It couldn’t look as eager as I feel! But perhaps you are right. Now I’ll read it straight through. ‘Two young adventurers for hire. Willing to do anything, go anywhere. Pay must be good. No unreasonable offer refused.’ How would that strike you if you read it?"

"It would strike me as either being a hoax, or else written by a lunatic."

"It’s not half so insane as a thing I read this morning beginning ‘Petunia’ and signed ‘Best Boy.’" She tore out the leaf and handed it to Tommy. "There you are. Times, I think. Reply to Box so-and-so. I expect it will be about five shillings. Here’s half a crown for my share."

Tommy was holding the paper thoughtfully. His faced burned a deeper red.

"Shall we really try it?" he said at last. "Shall we, Tuppence? Just for the fun of the thing?"

"Tommy, you’re a sport! I knew you would be! Let’s drink to success." She poured some cold dregs of tea into the two cups. "Here’s to our joint venture, and may it prosper!"

"The Young Adventurers, Ltd.!" responded Tommy. They put down the cups and laughed rather uncertainly. Tuppence rose.

"I must return to my palatial suite at the hostel."

"Perhaps it is time I strolled round to the Ritz," agreed Tommy with a grin. "Where shall we meet? And when?"

"Twelve o’clock to-morrow. Piccadilly Tube station. Will that suit you?"

"My time is my own," replied Mr. Beresford magnificently.

"So long, then."

"Good-bye, old thing."

The two young people went off in opposite directions. Tuppence’s hostel was situated in what was charitably called Southern Belgravia. For reasons of economy she did not take a bus. She was half-way across St. James’s Park, when a man’s voice behind her made her start.

"Excuse me," it said. "But may I speak to you for a moment?"

CHAPTER II. MR. WHITTINGTON’S OFFER

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