"I said no this afternoon when you asked me to come away with you. I have changed my mind; if you still want me I will come.—Faith."
Peter Digby crushed the little note in his hand and looked guiltily across at his friend. But Forrester had noticed nothing; he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, and Digby rose to his feet with a little sigh of relief.
"Well, shall we join the ladies?" he asked.
Forrester raised his eyes.
"By all means, you go. I must go out again." He looked at his watch.
"Go out?" Digby echoed. "My dear chap, at this time of night?"
But he was unutterably relieved. Forrester's absence would make things so much more simple.
"Yes, I must go down to Heeler's again. I'm afraid there's going to be serious trouble there. I don't like the look of things at all."
Digby frowned.
"Why don't you cut the whole show?" he asked. "With your money you don't want to waste time bothering about a business like that. Sell it and clear out. I should, if I were in your place."