“Where will you go?”
Kean looked at him curiously.
“I don’t know,” he said. “On my word, Hatter, I don’t know.”
“Edward,” began Fayre impulsively; but Kean cut him off.
“There’s one thing you can do for me, old chap,” he said swiftly. “I want to see Cynthia. I’ve got something I must say to her, something that I cannot leave unsaid. It’s early still and she won’t have gone to bed. Will you go round there now and ask her if I can see her? What I’ve got to say won’t take more than ten minutes.”
Fayre stared at him in astonishment.
“Don’t you realize that, if you are going, you must go now?” he expostulated. “Edward, there’s no time to lose. For God’s sake, don’t take a chance like that!”
“There’s time for that,” said Kean dryly. “I will go straight from there. I can catch the night boat to Ostend. I don’t suppose we shall meet again, Hatter, and it’s the last thing I shall ask you to do for me. Will you do it?”
“I’ll do it,” answered Fayre reluctantly, “but I think it’s sheer madness at this juncture.”
“I want you to go to her now and ask her if I can come round. Don’t tell her anything else. If she can see me, ring me up here and I’ll start at once. After I am gone you can tell her the whole story, but get this through as quickly as you can first.”