“Willoughby dashed in for a minute and told me an incoherent story. So the man got away?”
“Poor Lord Tilbury!” said Kay, with a sudden silvery little bubble of laughter.
Sam said nothing.
“What did he want, by the way?”
“He came to tell me that he had had a cable from my uncle saying that I was to go back at once.”
“Oh!” said Kay with a little gasp, and there was silence. “Go back—to America?”
“Yes.”
“At once?”
“Wednesday’s boat, I suppose.”