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Rh  It's nine now.

 Then she'll be here presently.

 Unless the raid has kept her back.  Margaret? Not likely.  You are sure she'll do what we want of her?

 Absolutely sure. She hates the man; loathes him; would give her life to wipe him out.  Do you propose that the girl herself then——  No—that's work for one of us. But Margaret must know the Minister's house by this time. Her help is necessary—essential.  Will it be to-night, doctor?  Yes, to-night.

 It's Christmas Eve, remember.