want you to find out; first, what is the connection between these ladies and Mr. Clavering"
"There is a connection, then?"
"Undoubtedly. And secondly, what is the cause of the unfriendly feeling which evidently exists between the cousins."
I drew back and pondered the position offered me. A spy in a fair woman’s house! How could I reconcile it with my natural instincts as a gentleman?
"Cannot you find some one better adapted to learn these secrets for you?" I asked at length. "The part of a spy is anything but agreeable to my feelings, I assure you."
Mr. Gryce’s brows fell.
"I will assist Mr. Harwell in his efforts to arrange Mr. Leavenworth’s manuscript for the press," I said; "I will give Mr. Clavering an opportunity to form my acquaintance; and I will listen, if Miss Leavenworth chooses to make me her confidant in any way. But any hearkening at doors, surprises, unworthy feints or ungentlemanly subterfuges, I herewith disclaim as outside of my province; my task being to find out what I can in an open way, and yours to search into the nooks and corners of this wretched business."
"In other words, you are to play the hound, and I the mole; just so, I know what belongs to a gentleman."
"And now," said I, "what news of Hannah?"
He shook both hands high in the air. "None."
I cannot say I was greatly surprised, that evening, when, upon descending from an hour’s labor with Mr. Harwell, I encountered Miss Leavenworth standing at the foot of the stairs. There had been something in
