"I could stop for the next train," suggested May.
"Better not, I think. The carriage will be waiting for you at Hollingford. No, better not. I have another idea."
They found a seat. Dyce threw in the dressing-bag, and alighted again.
"There's still a minute or two," he said, keeping May beside him on the platform. "This affair may be tremendously important for me, you know."
"It would mean an election at once," said the girl, excitedly.
"Of course." He approached his face to hers, and added in low, rapid tones, "You know the park gate into the Wapham Road?"
"Yes."
"You have a key. Could you be there at eight tomorrow morning? If it's fine, take your bicycle, as if you were going for a spin before breakfast. Miss Bride never goes out before breakfast, and no one else is likely to pass that way."
"You mean you would be there?"
"If there's anything important to tell—yes. From a quarter to eight. I shall stay here till I know the state of things. If there's recovery, I will go back to town, and wire to-morrow to Lady Ogram that I have heard a rumour of Robb's serious illness, asking for information. Do you agree?"