"He will be ready enough to talk about his dear nephew before long. You may look out for some startling news about McKay."
"Really?" said Mrs. Wilders, growing suddenly excited. "Your plan has succeeded, then?"
"Any day you may hear that he has been removed effectually, and for ever, from your path. But for the moment that will keep. What presses is that you should squeeze old Faulks. There is something that I must know to-day, or to-morrow at latest. You must go and see him at once."
"At his office?"
"Why not?"
"But on what pretence? I have never been there as yet. He has always come here to lunch or dine. He is fond of a good dinner."
"Ask him again."
"But I could do that by letter. He may suspect me if I go to him without some plausible excuse."
"Trump up some story about his nephew. Only get to him; he will soon give you an opening you can turn to account. I trust to your cleverness for that; only lose no time."
"Must I go to-day?"