"Oh, God!" cried Rags, "why don't you do something?" Her eyes strayed here and there in desperation, became suddenly fixed. She drew in her breath sharply, hesitated, and then whispered fiercely into his ear.
"If I arrange it, will you go to Canada to-night?"
"How?"
"I'll arrange it—if you'll pull yourself together a little. This is Rags talking to you, don't you understand, John? I want you to sit here and not move until I come back!"
A minute later she had crossed the room under cover of the darkness.
"Baron Marchbanks," she whispered softly, standing just behind his chair.
He motioned her to sit down.
"Have you room in your car for two more passengers to-night?"
One of the aides turned around abruptly.
"His lordship's car is full," he said shortly.