‘Oh, it is I who am running up to town incognita?’
‘For a day or two—you will lend me a portmanteau to give local colour?’
‘With pleasure,’ said Mrs. Lumley.
‘And Lumley will telegraph to Trevor to meet you at King’s Cross, with his brougham, at 6.15 P. M.?’
This also was agreed to, and so ended this romance of Bradshaw.
IV. Greek meets Greek
At about twenty-five minutes to seven, on March 7, the express entered King’s Cross. A lady of fashionable appearance, with her veil down, gazed anxiously out of the window of a reserved carriage. She presently detected the person for whom she was looking, and waved her parasol. Trevor, lifting his
hat, approached; the lady had withdrawn into the carriage, and he entered.
‘Mum’s the word!’ said the lady.
‘Why, it’s—hang it all, it’s Merton!’