“Cut him out!” said Victor with decision.
“And for ladies,” continued Patricia, “just the relatives—all the mothers and the sisters. That's enough.”
“How lovely!” murmured Vic.
“Oh, if you want any other ladies, Vic,” said Patricia severely, “we shall be delighted to invite them for you.”
“Me? Other ladies? What could I do with other ladies? Is not my young life one long problem as it is? Ah! Speaking of problems, that reminds me. I have a communication to make to you young lady.” Vic's manner suggested a profound and deadly mystery. He led Patricia away from the others. “I have something to tell you, Patricia,” he said, abandoning all badinage. “I hate to do it but it is right for you, for myself, for Adrien, and by Jove for poor old Jack, too. Though, perhaps—well, let that go.”
“Oh, Vic!” cried Patricia. “It is about the note!”
“Yes, Patricia. That note was given by Jack to Sam Wigglesworth, who gave it to Rupert Stillwell.”
“And he forgot?” gasped Patricia.
“Ah—ah—at least, he didn't deliver it. No, Patricia, we are telling the whole truth. He didn't forget. You remember he asked about Jack. There, I have given you all I know. Make of it what you like.”
“Shall I tell Adrien?” asked Patricia.