“Then you’ve been publicly claiming it?”
“I had to keep up the illusion, Adrian. Do me justice.”
“But,” said Adrian, “how, Peter—how does it happen that the writ is dated the day before we went to Clapham?”
He paused. Peter grinned uneasily. A light broke in on Adrian.
“Why,” he exclaimed, “you’re the villain who——”
“Exactly. Wonderfully provident of me, wasn’t it? What, you’re not going?”
“Never let me see your face again,” said Adrian. “I have done with you.”
He rushed out. Peter whistled gently, and said to himself, “Not a bad deal! He must stop the action, or the old man will twig.”
Then he whistled again, and added, “Glad I got it in notes. He’d have stopped a check.”