ours is only a club acquaintanceship. It is never likely to be more."
"So much the better," the Baroness declared. "Don't you agree with me, Louise?"
"I do not like Mr. Heneage," the girl answered. "But then, I have never spoken a dozen words to him in my life."
"You have known him intimately?" Wrayson asked the Baroness.
She shrugged her shoulders and looked out of the window.
"Never that, quite," she answered. "I know enough of him, however, to be quite sure that the advice which I have given you is good."
The carriage drew up in the Albert Road, within a hundred yards or so of Wrayson's own block of flats. The Baroness alighted first.
"You must come in and have a whisky and soda," she said to Wrayson.
"If I may," he answered, looking at Louise.
The Baroness passed on. Louise, with a slight shrug of the shoulders, followed her.
