It was arranged that her chauffeur should return with them to the coast so as to render negligible the chance of delay if any suspicion were aroused.
"But there is no earthly reason why Clifford should want to argue it out with me," said Ferlie.
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At the last moment she gave way to a curious attack of nerves, and again Cyprian suspected that the incident was due to some secret reminder conveyed to her by Jardine.
From the step of the limousine, into which the sleeping John had been carried, she let go Cyprian's arm and darted back up the steps.
"Aunt B.! You will go home yourself to-night, won't you? Take the Daimler!"
"Hurry, child! It is twenty minutes to eight. Yes. I am all ready to start, and you can trust me to take care of myself."
"Come, Ferlie, don't waste any more time."
She ignored even that quiet voice, looking uncertainly at Jardine who dropped his eyes with an almost imperceptible movement of his head.
"You will see my aunt comfortably off, Jardine?"