“Word of honour?”

“Word of honour.”

“Good. Where can I find you tomorrow?”

“You’ve got my card. I’ll stop in all day.”

“There’s a good chap.”

Quiltan rose and moved toward the door.

“Good-bye, then.”

“ ’Bye.”

II

Wynne rose from the breakfast table and took a step toward the window. Then he turned abruptly, as a man will who has something important to say.