“Didn’t I hear him mention the Earl of Cairngorm?”
“Did he? Oh, yes! I remember, he said that the Earl of Cairngorm brought Polo’s brother to this country on his yacht.”
“He must mean Terwilliger, the ex-jockey and cabin-boy, now trainer at the Cadet School.”
“Exactly. Do you know him?”
“Rather. I got him his present position. If it had not been for me I don’t think Colonel Grey would have engaged him.”
“I’m so glad,” I cried, “if you can vouch for his character. You see——” and then I hesitated, bound by Madame’s orders not to mention our trouble.
“What interests you particularly in Terwilliger?” asked Mr. Van Silver.
“He is Polo’s brother, for one thing.”
“And Polo is the young lady that Miss Milly was lunching so sumptuously on turtle-soup and ice-cream the afternoon I saw you at Sherry’s? I wanted to inquire whether that large family of starving children were still subsisting on macaroons.”
“Mr. Van Silver, you are just as mean as you can be,” Milly pouted.