At the hour appointed Jasper appeared.
“You had better call a taxi,” said Miss Mason. She felt it impossible to walk. She would have run all the way, a proceeding which would have undoubtedly have astonished Jasper.
As the taxi drew up at the door of a block of flats in Beaufort Street, a woman looked for a moment from a window. As she saw the two figures get out she drew back into the room. Her heart was beating so loudly she could almost hear it.
Miss Mason rang the bell of the flat.
“Your mistress at home?” she said to the dapper little maid who opened the door.
“Yes’m. What name ’m?”
“Miss Mason and Mr. Merton,” said Miss Mason firmly.
They went into the bright little passage, and the maid threw open the door of the drawing-room.
“Miss Mason and Mr. Merton,” she announced.
A woman in a pale green dress came forward to meet them.