"Of course not."
"You're sure?"
"Quite. I don't think there's any Zane Grey in the house."
"Then he's been sneaking out and seeing Tom Mix again," said Mrs. Waddington.
"You don't mean...?"
"Yes! He's got one of his spells."
"A bad one?"
"So bad that he refuses to dress for dinner. He says that if the boys"—Mrs. Waddington shuddered—"if the boys don't like him in a flannel shirt, he won't come in to dinner at all. And Lord Hunstanton suggested that I should send you to reason with him."
"Lord Hunstanton? Has he arrived already?"
"I telephoned for him. I am coming to rely on Lord Hunstanton more and more every day. What a dear fellow he is!"