'He's nothing of the kind,' said Lady Wetherby. 'He's only a little upset to-day.'
'Do you mean, Pauline, that even after this you will not get rid of him?'
'Certainly not—poor dear!'
'Very well,' said Lord Wetherby, calmly. 'I give you warning that if he attacks me I shall defend myself.'
He brooded. Lady Wetherby turned to Claire.
'What happened then? Did you shut the door of the garage?'
'Yes, but not until Eustace had got away. He slipped out like a streak and disappeared. It was too dark to see which way he went.'
Dudley Pickering limped heavily into the room.
'I was just telling them about you and Eustace, Dudley.'
Mr Pickering nodded moodily. He was too full for words.