And he pointed to an indorsement by the secretary.
"For signature if approved of."
"I will sign and return it, with a nice typewritten letter, to-morrow, from York. Abingdon is one of the governors. Oh, I will bamboozle them rarely."
"This blooming charity will help you a bit, then?"
"Nothing better. Let us go out for a little stroll. Now, don't forget. Address me as 'Mr. Anson.' Get used to it, even if we are alone. And it will be no harm should we happen to meet somebody."
They went down the hill and entered the rough country road that wound up from Scarsdale to the cliff. Through the faint light of a summer's night they saw a man approaching.
It was a policeman.
"Absit omen," said Grenier, softly.
"What's that?"
"Latin for a cop. You complained of my want of nerve. Watch me now."