“And at last you thought you’d tell me? Well, you’ve done right,” said Blick. “No harm’ll come to you, Pegge—you’re safe enough.”
“Well, I’d a reason why I come to you tonight,” remarked Pegge, with a sudden shrewd look. “I reckoned up that it was best.”
“Yes? Now, why?” asked Blick.
“Because this here Baron is off tomorrow morning,” replied Pegge. “Leaving!”
“Ah!” exclaimed Blick. “What time?”
“I’ve orders to drive him to Selcaster railway station to catch the 10.8 express to Victoria,” said Pegge. “We shall leave here at half-past nine.”
“There’s a Mrs. Hamilton there at the Dower House, isn’t there?” asked Blick. “A friend of Mrs. Tretheroe’s? Is she leaving, too?”
“No,” answered Pegge. “Just him. I’m driving him in the dogcart. Only him.”
Blick rose from his chair as a sign that the interview was over.
“Very well, Pegge,” he said. “Now then, just remember this—not a word to any living soul! Just go on as if everything was ordinary. You’ll hear from me. You did right to come, and remember what I say—keep all to yourself!”