Micky’s face changed; he had not counted on this.
“Good Lord!” he said. “You didn’t tell him you–––?”
Driver raised his eyes.
“I never tell anybody anything, sir,” he said woodenly.
Micky breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good man.... He was alone, of course?”
“Alone at the hotel, but I saw him out driving twice with the same lady, sir.”
“You saw him out twice––driving with the same lady?” Micky echoed the man’s words vaguely. “All right––you can go.”
“Thank you, sir.” Driver departed, closing the door noiselessly.
Ashton had soon found consolation, Micky thought savagely. He wondered what Esther would say if she could know. What was Driver thinking about it all? Driver was safe as the Bank of England; but, all the same, it was not altogether pleasant to feel that he had had to give himself away to his valet.