He glanced at his watch.
“We may as well go together, then,” he suggested.
They walked up the stairs to the street, and he handed her into his car, which was waiting. On their way to Russell Square she was unusually silent. At the top of Shaftesbury Avenue she turned to him abruptly.
“Perhaps you had better not come, after all,” she said. “I will make your excuses to Grace.”
“I can take care of myself,” Jacob replied.
Her eyes mocked him.
“You are quite sure?”
“Perfectly.”
She shrugged her shoulders and made no other remark until they drew up in front of the house in Russell Square. When he would have assisted her to alight, she hesitated once more.
“Listen,” she said, speaking with a curious jerkiness. “You were quite right about Hartwell and Mason. They are adventurers—and they are both waiting for you inside. They want your money very badly. We all want it. Now don’t you think you had better postpone your lesson?”