"Sir Charles Colombe," replied her father. "He will be deeply indebted if I will call at the Home Office at one-thirty p.m. I should think he would be! If the message had been sent in time I could have caught the twelve thirty-five. It's a quarter past now, and it can't be done."
"Yes, it can," said Dick. "Grab your hat and tie it on, while I get my car."
Randal, coming from his study, was in time to see the car vanish in a cloud of dust.
"Where are they going?" he asked.
"To catch the twelve thirty-five," replied Amaryllis. "Dick says he can do it in seven and a half minutes."
Randal not only noticed the christian name, but also the girl's unconsciousness of having used it.
"They want father at the Home Office. Who's Sir Charles Colombe, Sir Randal?" she asked.
"Permanent Under Secretary," he answered. "I suppose Broadfoot is making trouble again."
And he looked at her as if he were thinking of Amaryllis rather than of permanent or political chiefs of Home Affairs.
"This is Friday, you know," he said at last.