“Nothing that’s happening makes a chap happy nowadays. I bring bad news.”
Lady Heathcote relaxed the reins so that one of her leaders plunged madly, while her face went white.
“Not Algy——”
“No, no—forgive me. He’s safe. I’ve kept watch of the bulletins.”
“Thank God!” said Lady Heathcote, and sent her whiplash swirling over the ears of the erring leader.
“Not Algy—Byfield——”
“Byfield—not dead——?”
“No. Worse.”
“What——?”