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Blake walked back over to her side and looked down The M, N, and O were barely legible, and C he supposed he could have picked out if his life were at stake over it, but beyond that …
He shuddered Never again Never would he risk his life, and in this case his very sanity, for the good of Mother England He had sworn to the War Office that he was through, but they'd nagged and cajoled until he'd agreed to take care of this one last piece of business It was because he lived so close to Bournemouth, his superiors had said He could look into Prewitt's activities without arousing suspicion It had to be Blake Ravenscroft, they'd insisted No one else could do the job
And so Blake had acquiesced But he had never drea half-Spanish spy with the worst handwriting in the history of the civilized world
"I'd like to overness," he muttered, "and then I'd like to shoot her"
Miss De Leon e sound, and this tile For a treasonous spy, she had a rather decent sense of hu at her, "don't ave hiht back" He stalked out of the roo only at the lastsoft It was because she didn't see different about her Most people in his line of work had a hollow look to thereen eyes of hers--well, if one could get past the fact that they were a bit bloodshot from lack of sleep--they were … they were …
Blake stiffened and banished the thought fro about her eyes He had no business thinking about any woman
Four hours later he was ready to admit defeat He had forced six pots of tea down her throat, which had resulted in nothing other than herwild, crazed motions with her hands that he eventually interpreted as, "Leave the room so I can use the chamber pot"
But her voice didn't return, or if it did, she was rather skilled at hiding it
He'd been foolish enough to try the quill and ink approach only one race and speed, but theso much as bird tracks
And, blast the chit, she see to endear herself to hi at her lack of communicative skills, she'd folded one of the scribbled-on sheets of paper into an odd birdlike shape and then proceeded to shoot it straight at hied out of its way, it landed gently on the floor
"Well done," Blake said, iets like that
She smiled proudly, folded up another paper bird, and sailed that one right out the
Blake knew he ought to berate her for wasting his time, but he wanted to see hoell her little contraption did outside He rose froht of the paper bird just as it spiraled into a rosebush "Brought down by the flora, I' to face her
She shot him an irritated look and marched to the
"Do you see it?" Blake said
She shook her head
He leaned out next to her "Right there," he said, pointing "In the rosebush"
She pulled herself upright, planted her hands on her hips, and shot him a sarcastic look
"You dare to mock ers