Angel whistled.
“Whew! Jimmy, this is to be the Grand Finale.”
He appeared deep in thought for a moment.
“It will be necessary for Miss Kent to be present,” he said after a while.
From a neighboring district messenger office he got on by the telephone to a garage, and within half an hour they were ringing the bell at Kathleen’s modest little house.
The girl rose to greet them as they entered. All sign of the last night’s fatigue had vanished.
“Yes,” she replied, “I have slept the greater part of the day.”
Angel observed that she studiously kept her eyes from Jimmy, and that that worthy was preternaturally interested in a large seascape that hung over the fireplace.
“This is the last occasion we shall be troubling you at so late an hour,” said Angel, “but I am afraid we shall want you with us to-night.”
“I will do whatever you wish,” she answered simply. “You have been, both of you, most kind.”