"With black murder in my heart!" nodded Philip. "I do not say good bye, but au revoir!"
"Here's my hand on it then—my left hand, alack!"
Philip grasped it. Brenderby accompanied him to the front door and waved to him as he ran down the steps.
"Bonne chance, as you'd say yourself! Au 'voir!"
Philip waved back at him and turned to hail a passing chair. He instructed the bearers to carry him to Jermyn Street.
It seemed that the luck was indeed with him, for he arrived just as James was descending the steps of his house. Philip sprang out, paid the chairmen, and took Winton's arm.
"My friend, a word with you!"
"Yes?" said James. "You seem excited, Philip."
"It's what I am, then. I've come to speak to you of Cleone."
James stiffened.