"Only too charmed. What's this place?" he asked, as the car drew to the curb.
"My tailor's. Will you wait for me?"
"Heavens, no!" he laughed. "I'm nearly forty now. Can't spare the time."
"Then account for yourself before you go. What brings you here so suddenly and without any announcement?"
"A peculiar mission."
"Private, for a guess. Not hooked, are you, Cary?"
"Nothing of that nature. It's private, but not secret, from you. In fact, you may be able to help me."
"I? In what possible way?"
"I want to find Stanley Wollaston."
At the name a slow colour rose in Dee's cheeks until it tinged even the broadly and beautifully modelled forehead. "He's gone away. To Richmond. I can give you his address."