“I don’t think she knows,” Jacob admitted, “but I am afraid she wouldn’t care if she did. Grace Powers pretends to want to be very secretive about it, but I fancy that’s only to spare my feelings.”
“Any other members of the gang?” Dauncey enquired.
“There’s that young sprig of fashion, Lord Felixstowe,” Jacob replied. “I haven’t heard from him yet. He is rather a nice boy. And there is Miss Bultiwell herself.”
“Have you had any conversation with her?”
“She is lunching with me to-day. I expect I shall get into trouble about it, but I am going to speak to her plainly about her friends.”
“How did she get mixed up with such a crew?”
“She was at school with Grace Powers,” Jacob answered, “but I don’t know how they came together again. She will either tell me this morning—or she won’t.”
“And Lord Felixstowe?”
There was a knock at the door. The office boy brought in a card. Jacob glanced at it and smiled.
“His turn appears to have arrived,” he said. “You can show Lord Felixstowe in.”