"Oh, you are good—and—thank you ever so much."
"It's been quite a pleasure," replied Dick, putting on his coat. "It was lucky I came by."
"It was indeed; but look at your hands. They are covered with oil. I am sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Oil breaks no bones. Besides, I shall be able to wash them in a few minutes."
"You are not going far, then?"
"Only to Wendover Park. Do you know it?"
"Know it! Why——" She checked herself suddenly, and Dick thought she seemed a little confused. "But I must be going now. Thank you again."
She got into the car, and in a few seconds was out of sight.
"Remarkably handsome young lady, isn't she?" remarked Mr. Bidlake. "Do you know who she is?" he asked the chauffeur.
"Lady Blanche Huntingford, sir," replied the chauffeur.