Once in the hall, he snatched up his cap and coat and slipped out of the front door. The afternoon light was fading.
There was still a chance, he thought.
He broke into a run.
CHAPTER VIII
THE HAMPSTEAD HEATH CONSPIRACY
He was right, but it was touch and go. Peggy was climbing down from her gate as Philip cantered up.
"Hallo, Pegs!" he said breathlessly.
Miss Falconer greeted him coldly.
"Hallo!" she replied. "Going for a walk?"