“May I see you to-morrow morning?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“I’ll come right after breakfast.”
Suddenly she remembered Agatha Girton.
“I think—would you mind if I came over to you instead?”
“I’d love you to. And if I haven’t bored you to tears by then, you can stay for lunch. Tell me what time you’ll be leaving, and I’ll send Orace over to fetch you.”
She was surprised.
“Is that necessary?”
“Very necessary,” replied the Saint gravely. “Tigers have nasty suspicious minds, just like me, and by this time one Tiger is wondering just how dangerous you are, Pat. Yes, I know it’s screamingly funny, but let me send Orace—for my own peace of mind.”
“Well—— About half-past ten, if you like.”