"They could," agreed Sandy, puffing thoughtfully at his cigarette. "But we've got to remember Rooke has a house in Westminster—nice little backwater. It's just on the cards they might go there first—wherever else they intended going on to afterwards—just to pick up anything Rooke might want, arrange about letters and so on."
"Yes?" There was a keen light in Kitty's eyes. She was following Sandy's thought with all a woman's quickness. "And you think you might overtake them there?"
"I must do more than that. I must be there first—to receive them."
"Can you do it in the time?"
"Yes. By train. They're travelling by car, remember."
Kitty glanced at the clock.
"It's too late for you to catch the early train from St. Wennys Halt.
And there's no other till the afternoon."
"I shan't risk the afternoon train. It stops at every little wayside station and if it were ten minutes late I'd miss the express from Exeter."
"Then you'll motor?"
"Yes, I'll drive to Exeter, and catch the train that gets in to town about half-past seven. Maryon isn't likely to reach London till about an hour or so after that."