"That's the best guess you ever made," smiled Armitage. "You and I 'll settle that, won't we?"
"Rather," replied the boy, who departed with a nod.
"Well, you 've done it," said Ryan, gazing at Armitage admiringly. "Master Ronald will raise hell!"
Armitage shook his head.
"I don't care, I just had to devil that rooster. He was insufferable. I—"
The telephone bell rang, and Ryan, with a significant I-told-you-so grimace took up the receiver. A second later a smile of relief lighted his face.
"Very well. Thank you, sir," he said, and turned to Armitage.
"The butler, Mr. Buchan, says that Miss Wellington would have you bring out her car at once. She don't want any footman."
Armitage arose with a thrill which set his ears tingling, cranked the motor, and within a minute was rolling out of the garage.