"Not to-day," said Hugh. "I've got quite a bit to get through this afternoon."
As soon as Darrell had gone, Drummond again rang the bell for his servant.
"This afternoon, James, you and Mrs. Denny will leave here and go to Paddington. Go out by the front door, and should you find yourselves being followed—as you probably will be—consume a jujube and keep your heads. Having arrived at the booking office—take a ticket to Cheltenham, say good-bye to Mrs. Denny in an impassioned tone, and exhort her not to miss the next train to that delectable inland resort. You might even speak slightingly about her sick aunt at Westbourne Grove, who alone prevents your admirable wife from accompanying you. Then, James, you will board the train for Cheltenham and go there. You will remain there for two days, during which period you must remember that you're a married man—even if you do go to the movies. You will then return here, and await further orders. Do you get me?"
"Yes, sir." James stood to attention with a smart heel-click.
"Your wife—she has a sister or something, hasn't she, knocking about somewhere?"
"She 'as a palsied cousin in Camberwell, sir," remarked James with justifiable pride.
"Magnificent," murmured Hugh. "She will dally until eventide with her palsied cousin—if she can bear it—and then she must go by Underground to Ealing, where she will take a ticket to Goring. I don't think there will be any chance of her being
