"
He dictated with all possible brevity. The letter was folded and
enclosed. Only in the last few minutes had Gammon quite decided to
share his knowledge with Polly. As she bent her head and wrote,
something in the attitude--perhaps a suggestion of domesticity--
appealed to his emotions, which were ready for such a juncture as
this. After all there were not many girls prettier than Polly, or
with more of the attractiveness of their sex. He looked, looked till
he could not turn away.
"Now then for the address. I'll write it on this piece of paper, and
you shall copy it."
Polly watched him, puzzled by the nervous grin on his face. She took
the paper, on which he had written as legibly as he could--
"Lord Polperro,
16, Lowndes Mansions,
Sloane Street,
S.W."
And having read it she stared at him.
"What d'you mean?"
"That's the address."
"Are you making a fool of me?" Polly exclaimed, angry suspicion
flashing in her eyes.
"I tell you that's your uncle's address. Now be careful, Polly! I
won't stand it a second time.
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