stage-spy

Updated: June 12, 2025

Then Brunow and I were left alone; but he was so full of his conspirator's caution developed in a minute when there was no need for it, and likely as soon to be forgotten when it was wanted that though not a soul in the house could understand a word of English, he would not speak to me until he had led me into a deep pine wood at the back of the house, and on the first slope of the mountain, and even there he went peering about and beating the bushes and undergrowth with a stick, as if he had been a stage-spy, until I lost temper with him, and shouted to him to begin.

David Christie Murray - In Direst Peril