BAXTER (keeping it firmly in his hand, and sitting down on the
sofa). It will be all right here, thank you.
BELINDA (returning to her chair). I'm dying to hear what you are
going to say.
BAXTER. First as regards the use of your Christian name. I felt
that, as a man of honour, I could not permit myself to use it until
I had established my right over that of Mr. Devenish.
BELINDA. All my friends call me Belinda.
BAXTER. As between myself and Mr. Devenish the case is somewhat
different. Until one of us is successful over the other in the
quest upon which you have sent us, I feel that as far as possible
we should hold aloof from you.
BELINDA (pleadingly). Just say "Belinda" once more, in case you're
a long time.
BAXTER (very formally). Belinda.
BELINDA. How nicely you say it--Harold.
BAXTER (half getting out of his seat). Mrs. Tremayne, I must not
listen to this.
BELINDA (meekly). I won't offend again, Mr. Baxter. Please go on.
Tell me about the quest; are you winning?
BAXTER. I am progressing, Mrs. Tremayne. Indeed, I came here this
morning to acquaint you with the results of my investigations.
Yesterday I located a man called Robinson working upon a farm close
by. I ventured to ask him if he had any marks upon him by which he
could be recognized. He adopted a threatening attitude, and replied
that if I wanted any he could give me some.
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