"Do you know anything?"
"Well, no; I can't say that I do. But, hang it, I just had to come out here."
"Maybe it's just as well you did," said Jones moodily.
"I know this place. The housekeeper used to be my nurse, and if she is still on the job she may be of service to us. You don't think they'll question or recognize me?"
"Hardly. I'll put in a word for you. I'll say I sent for you, not knowing if we had enough servants to take care of the luncheon."
"And now I'll go and hunt up Meg."
Sure enough, his old nurse was still in charge of the house; and when her "baby" disclosed his identity she all but fell upon his neck.
"But what are you doing here, dressed up as a waiter?"
"It's a little secret, Meg. I wasn't invited, and the truth is I'm very desperately in love with the young lady in whose honor this coaching party is being given. And ... maybe she's in danger."
"Danger? What about?"