"I am afraid so. You see we don't like to trouble Lord Radclyffe and we must try and obtain knowledge of certain facts and verify others."
"Quite so. Well, to-morrow then."
"Thank you, sir. Your address is——?"
"Fairfax Mansions, Exhibition Road."
"Such a nice neighbourhood. No fog there to-night I think."
"I hope not. Good night."
"Good night, sir."
Luke made his escape from the cab. He was afraid of missing Louisa and her father. His thoughts were somewhat in a whirl, and—being overburdened with matters of paramount importance—were inclined to dwell on trifles.
"I ought," he reflected, "to have taken that man's cab. It might be difficult to get another and Colonel Harris hates waiting in a crowded hall."