"I take a lot of hard exercise," he explained.
"By Jove!" said Mr. Plowman, wide-eyed. "Well, I'm awfully obliged to you."
"You've nothing to thank me for." Lyveden pointed to the cottage.
"That's where I live." He put out his hand. "Are you all right now?"
"Splendid, thanks. Can't think how I came to faint like that. Of course…"
He took the outstretched hand meditatively.
"The room was unusually hot," said Anthony.
The other stared at him.
"Yes," he said slowly. "By Jove, yes…." With a sudden movement he picked up his bag. "Good-bye."
The next moment he was plodding down the broad white road.
Anthony watched him till he could see him no more. Then he turned on his heel and whistled to his dog.