"Brighton——"
Ah! They were all down there probably. That was it! He'd whisked them away on his coach—on Leo Rosencranz's coach—just as he'd said he would! At last I'd know——
"Brighton's looking fine this morning," took up the easy, teasing voice. "Let me take you down here for a glimpse of the waves and the downs on your next afternoon out, Miss Maid. Say you will? You've no engagement?"
I began, quite savagely: "Yes, I've——"
"Mr. Brace!" announced one of the chocolate-liveried page-boys at the door.
Quickly I turned. And in my silly flurry I was idiotic enough to hang up the receiver again!
Horrors!
That's done it! I've rung off before I've been able to ask that villain, the Honourable Jim, where I am to ring him up, or ring any of them up, in Brighton!
They may be anywhere there! I've missed my chance of getting them!
Yes; that's done it....