“Not all day?”
“Very nearly. I came up to town this morning, did one or two jobs of work and——”
“At your rooms they said you were in Bucks: at Bucks they said you were in town: I wired to each of your clubs and half the restaurants in London: I——”
“You also warned the barber,” said Hubert. “Only a genius would have thought of that. I’ve come straight along.”
“Can you stop that notice going in?”
“With the acme of ease,” said Hubert. “I haven’t posted the letter.”
“But you said——”
“I said I’d written, dear. I didn’t say I’d posted it.”
Torn between relief and indignation, Julia felt rather faint.
“Hubert,” she said weakly, sinking on to the arm of a chair, “I may tell you you’ve shortened my life. Last night I dined with George Fulke.”