“Yes: my wife and I cross to England to-morrow.”
“I shall go the next day,” announced the General, “if Dora is ready.”
John threw a glance toward Dora, but she was busy drinking her coffee.
“Well,” said Deane, “I hope we may soon meet again, under equally delightful circumstances, in London. At any rate,” he added with a laugh, “there we shall be safe from——”
Crash! A loud noise came from the door, as if of some metallic substance thrown against the panels.
“Hullo!” said Laing.
“Oh, somebody tumbled downstairs,” said Deane reassuringly. “Don’t move, Miss Bussey.”
“Oh, but Sir Roger, what is it? What do you think? It didn’t sound at all like what you say.”
The General laughed.
“Come, Miss Bussey, I don’t suppose it’s——”