"Humphrey left it at the Boar's Head by mistake. He and Felicity, you know. Calling on Shirley. Forgot it."
Amberley swung round to face his uncle. "You left it there?" he snapped. "Did she have it?"
"Now I come to think of it, I did leave it behind," said Sir Humphrey. "We went back for it immediately, however. Mss Brown gave it to me at once."
"Why the devil couldn't you say so before?" demanded Amberley. "When did this come out? Who knows about it?"
"Felicity, my dear. Told Basil Fountain. Lots of people know. Joan and that nice young man and me and the butler."
Felicity quailed before the look on her cousin's face.
"I'm awfully sorry if I've put my foot into it, but how was I to know I wasn't to mention it?"
"You're a damned little fool!" said Mr. Amberley with distressing outspokenness, and was gone before she could think of a suitable retort.
A moment later they heard the whirr of the Bentley's self-starter. The car shot off under the window with something of a roar.
Sir Humphrey recovered from the shock of his nephew's rough usage of him. "God bless my soul!" he ejaculated. "Really, I had no notion it was so important. I began to be quite alarmed."