The valet gave another quick look behind him. "All right. I'll do that on condition you don't ring up here again."
"If you're reasonable I shan't want to ring you up," promised the voice. "Where do we meet?"
The man thought for a moment. "It's risky, but do you know the pavilion in the wood?"
"No. I'm afraid I don't."
"There's a gate before you get to the lodge, leads to the gamekeeper's cottage. The pavilion is by the lake, just beyond. You can't miss it. I'll be there at six." He hung up the receiver abruptly and stepped out of the lobby.
Fountain came out of the library pulling the door to behind him. A heavy scowl was on his face; his eyes were fixed suspiciously on the valet. "Who rang you up?" he demanded. "Mr. Corkran has just been asking me if I am aware that my servants use the telephone for their own private affairs. Who was it?"
Collins stood still, his eyes lowered. There was an unpleasant look about his mouth, and for a moment he did not answer.
"Some woman, eh?" Fountain said, coming a step nearer. "Isn't that so?"
The eyes were raised for a brief instant; Collins said smoothly: "Yes, sir." He gave a little cough. "Merely the young lady I am keeping company with, sir. I explained that she must not ring me up again."
"Keeping company? That's something new. Now see here, Collins! I'll put up with a lot, but there are some things I won't stand. Got that?"