As the woman, grateful and relieved, closed her door, Grey gazed admiringly at his school-fellow.
"Cadbury, what a clever chap you are! I can't think how you worked it. But I say, what about fetching the thing? Who's going to risk that?"
"You are."
"Me! What do you mean?"
"What I say. Aren't you expecting to visit your godmother next Wednesday?"
"Yes; and what's more, I must! She'd write and ask West why I didn't turn up."
"Oh, you'll turn up right enough! But you'll run over here first."
"She lives bang in the opposite direction."
"Never mind. You'll be an hour or so late for once. You must explain that you were—well, detained! She can make what she likes of that."
"Um! I don't feel over sweet on the job."