Chapter 58

“Master,” said Boris, bowing. “Yes, that’s all very well, but you mustn’t keep following me about like this. It looks odd.” Without a word, Boris produced a soiled scrap of paper, evidently torn from a letter, and handed it to Anthony. “What’s this?” said Anthony. There was an address scrawled on the paper, nothing else. “He dropped it,” said Boris. “I bring it to the Master.” “Who dropped it?” “The foreign gentleman.” “But why bring it to me?” Boris looked at him reproachfully. “Well, anyway, go away now,” said An…