"I didn't see him, but I should imagine he was quite the reverse. The servant Caw must have kept back things. Doris tells me he wants the three of us to go to Grey House—"
"What? To Grey House?"
"Of course, I should never dream—"
"Great Heavens, how extremely fortunate for you! My dear Mrs. Lancaster, you must accept the invitation at once. Don't let it slip. Have your husband well enough to start in the beginning of the week."
"Are you crazy? What should I do at Grey House?"
"I'll tell you precisely what you may do—but not now. For the present I should inform you that it may be your last chance of salvation."
"What on earth do you mean? Not the dia—"
"Listen carefully! I have already told you of the disaster to the mines—"
"But all that will come right in time."
"One may hope so. In the meantime, however, the Syndicate will require all its available funds, and, as you know, there is a matter of nearly twenty-five thousand pounds, which Mr. Lancaster—"