Mr. Bundercombe heaved a mighty sigh.
"Well, we've got two days left," he said. "If nothing happens before then
I'll pay up."
* * * * *
Mr. Bundercombe rang me up on the morning of the last day appointed for his decision.
"We've got a conference on, Paul," he announced dejectedly. "Will you come round here for me at a quarter to eleven?"
I assented, and arrived at the house in Prince's Gardens a few minutes before that time. Eve met me in the hall.
"Please tell me, dear," she begged, as she drew me into the morning room, "why daddy is so low-spirited!"
"It isn't anything serious," I assured her. "It's just a little trouble arising from one of his adventures. We shall get out of it all right."
"Poor daddy!" she exclaimed. "I am sure he has had no sleep for two nights. I heard him walking up and down his room."
"Well, it will all be over to-day," I promised. "After all, it only means a little money."