“Push it under the door.”
An orange envelope came into sight, and, picking it up, she tore away the cover and read the form.
“Go on,” she signalled to Gordon. “You say you are Gordon Selsbury? Tell me some more. But before you do so, listen to this:
“‘Just leaving Euston. Take care of yourself. Gordon.’
“Now there need be no deception on either side. Open your heart to me, little man. Who are you—Gordon Selsbury or Double Dan?”
“Anything!” The wail of the damned.
“Gordon Selsbury or Double Dan?” she demanded inexorably.
He threw out his hands.
“Double Dan,” snarled Gordon.
Of the two alternative rôles, this seemed the more creditable.