"I can't agree," said Cranbourne generously. "I think your father realised his ambition. Goodnight."
"Night-oh!"
At the door Cranbourne paused.
"I'm almost ashamed of having dragged you into this business," said he.
"Don't you fret, my dear fellar. I'm delighted. I've been spending that five thousand in imagination ever since I heard of it. Think I'll emigrate in the fine style."
"Hm!" he paused. "Altar! I shouldn't really tell you this, but you're likely to be kidnapped tonight."
"What?"
"I thought you might like to know."
"Thanks very much."
"That's all."