“Charing Cross!” he shouted to the chauffeur. “And a sovereign if you do it in five minutes.”
As the flag tinged down, and the taxi glided swiftly forward into the whirl of traffic, Jim Airth unfolded the telegram and read it again.
It had been handed in at Shenstone at 2.15.
| Come to me at once. Myra. |
A shout of exultation arose within him.
CHAPTER XXI
MICHAEL VERITAS
On the morning of that day, while Jim Airth, braced with a new resolve and a fresh outlook on life, was speeding up from Cornwall, Lady Ingleby sat beneath the scarlet chestnuts, watching Ronald and Billy play tennis.