"Once again allow me to thank you for your hospitality," he said.
"Show this person out," said Mrs. Barraclough.
And under the escort of Jane and Flora he was peremptorily bustled off the premises.
"H'm," said Anthony, coming out from behind the piano. "That was a pity."
Mrs. Barraclough was almost in tears.
"Do you think he realised you were hidden there?"
"Vases don't tumble over by themselves, mother dear, and our friend is not a fool." He tapped his teeth with a thumb nail reflectively. "Yes—yes—yes. We must curtail his activities. Can't have the old viper sending messages. Settle down at the telephone, best of mothers."
"I do wish you would not address me as though I were a sitting hen," said Mrs. Barraclough, drawing up a chair to the writing table.
"The telephone, mother, and ask for the police station."
"But the policeman is sure to be out."