Cranbourne sprang to his feet.
"Honest?" he cried.
"Honest."
"And you never went to the Berkeley?"
"Nowhere near it."
A light of wild enthusiasm leapt into Cranbourne's eyes and he brought his hands together with a loud report.
"Got it," he cried. "Got it! Oh, what an idea!"
"What's up with you?"
The enthusiasm came under control but his voice still trembled.
"It's all right, gentlemen, I can see a way. With any luck we'll succeed. Don't do anything until eleven o'clock on the night of the 27th. I'm going to try and find someone." And he made for the door.