Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. Wild here presently, and I wouldn't for the world—Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of the thief-taker appeared at the wicket, "here he is. ‘Well?’ she said.