In the study at Aberdare Mansions, Colin, very pale, sat staring at a sheet of typewritten paper, which Risk had put into his hand, saying—
“My sister, as I’ve already explained, found this on her return to the flat. Steady, now!”
On the sheet was written, in apparent haste, the following:—
“Dear Hilda,—
“A detective has come to arrest me. He says it’s the Post Office. I’m not a bit afraid, only sorry to trouble you so. Sam will see me through. Good-bye for a little while.
“Kitty.”
CHAPTER XXI
Kitty was not a little excited at the prospect of her trip with Hilda, though at first her pride had raised a difficulty, and she had begged to be allowed to pay her own expenses.
“Very well,” Hilda had promptly rejoined, “if you wish to hurt my brother’s feelings, not to mention mine, I can’t prevent you. Besides, you will spoil my holiday—”
“But, Hilda, I can’t be always taking—”
“You can have your revenge when the play is making your fortune.”
“I wonder if it will. . . . Anyway, I’m glad Mr. West is going to be reasonable, aren’t you?”