“That’s all settled,” said the Duke, entering the room with a cheerful air. “I’m right, Frank, in supposing that Sir Gerald Standish is still in the Bahamas?”
“Yes, your——” He caught the Duke’s eye, and dexterously ended: “Quite right, sir.”
“Then this car will do admirably,” said the Duke. “You have no idea,” he continued to Angela, “how convenient it is to persuade two or three friends to allow one to register a car or two in their names, especially when they happen to be leaving the country. I don’t happen to be aware whether the practice is legal.”
Frank brought in an omelette.
“Pray be seated,” continued the Duke. “This particular car will take you home in forty-five minutes. Ferdinand has gone to bring it here—and a most trustworthy man to drive you.”
“But—but what am I to do with them?”
“The man will remove the number of the car, and himself return by train——”
“There isn’t any train at this time of night—or rather at the time it will be by then.”
“Oh yes, there’ll be a train—Ferdinand won’t forget that.”
“You mean—a special?”