"Whatever are you doing?" protested Mavis.
"Wasn't it your wish?" he asked.
"Not this. Please, please get me out and away."
The next moment, Windebank, dragging Mavis after him, was vigorously making a passage through those who surrounded them. Once he saw his way clear, he ran forward, still keeping hold of her, and dragged her up Bond Street. They were still followed by the more persistent of the loafers, but a friendly policeman came to their aid, enabling them to pursue their unmolested way down Piccadilly.
"It is good of you to let me stay with you all this time," he said presently.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"I'll see. Why, I've lost my watch!"
"Not really?"
"I suppose it was stolen just now."
"Stolen?"