He looked at the telegram and his face hardened.
"If——?"
"Yes. If you get me to London to-night."
"Flash! it's absurd. Think of the hour! Can't you wait till morning?"
"No. I shall go mad."
"But even if the station is open, it will take hours to get a special."
"You have your car."
"Yes; but every one's in bed, and the garage probably locked up. Be reasonable."
"Oh, no they're not," she said eagerly. "I can hear them from my window. They have lamps and they're washing the cars with a hose."
"What has happened?"