"Half an hour before midnight," insisted Lambert, "on the cliffs at Epple Bay."
"Half an hour before midnight: on the cliffs of Epple Bay," assented the other.
He picked up his hat.
"Where art going?" queried the smith suspiciously.
"To change my clothing," replied Sir Marmaduke, who was fingering that fateful tinder-box which alone had brought about the present crisis, "and to fetch those proofs which you are so anxious to see."
"Thou'lt not fail me?"
"Surely not," quoth de Chavasse, as he finally went out of the room.