“But it’s only for a little while.”
There was a tap at the door.
“Ah! here’s my tray.”
The maid came in carrying a woman’s meal, and Dion’s strange moment was over.
When he got to Great Cumberland Place, Daventry, who was to make a fourth, had just arrived, and was taking off his coat in the hall. He looked unusually excited, alert in an almost feverish way, which was surprising in him.
“I’m in a case,” he said, “a quite big case. Bruce Evelin’s got it for me. I’m going to be junior to Addington; Lewis & Lewis instruct me. What d’you think of that?”
Dion clapped him on the shoulder.
“The way of salvation!”
“Where will it lead me?”
“To Salvation, of course.”