“Some of your people?” asked Jan, and supplied the negative himself before Evan could shake his head. “I thought not. Then do you mind telling me who it is?”
No answer from Evan but averted looks.
“Well, where is it that you’ve got to meet them?”
“Yardley Wood.”
Jan was there in a flash; he was looking over the posts and rails at the besotted figure waving and beckoning in the lower meadow; he was meeting Sandham and Evan, hurrying up the lane, not five minutes afterwards.
“Is it old Mulberry?” asked Jan, with absolute certainty that it was.
“What do you know about him?” cried Evan suspiciously.
Jan forced a conciliatory grin. “I thought everybody knew something about Mulberry,” he said.
“But what makes you think of him the moment I mention Yardley Wood?”
“I saw him come out the other Sunday.”