"Oh, son, think! I thought you'd tumbled to it long ago. Especially considering what went on in that room that you've heard all about but haven't understood. And considering that most people's idea of usin' their eyesight and estimatin' time is rummy enough to interest J.W. Dunne."
"You're not going to tell me that the whole blasted crowd except one were blind?"
"No, no, no. Looky here. I'll do better than tell you how it was done. I'll show you how it was done, if you'd like to go out there again tonight."
'That suits me, sir!" declared Masters, with a breath of deep and wicked satisfaction.
"And me," said Agnew.
"Good. I sort of thought you might want a demonstration. So I asked Adams's chauffeur to…"
H.M. paused. His eyes opened, and then narrowed.
"Lord love a duck," he muttered. "Adams! And young Courtney!"
"What about them?"
H.M. looked guilty. "I haven't seen the young feller since this afternoon, when-we sent him and the Browning gal up to see Mrs. Fane. But I told him I was feelin' in fine fettle for dictation as usual tonight. I told him to be at Adams's house at nine sharp. He's gone out there in the pourin' rain, and it's past ten already. Y'know, I've got a sort of idea that I may have some explaining to do."