"Ah—could you possibly meet the 2.15 to-morrow?"
"You are expecting a parcel?"
"No—not exactly. Tommy, you know."
The vicar took a turn on the lawn. Then he came to a standstill in front of me.
"I had planned a visit to Becklington," he said.
I bowed.
"I am sorry," said I, and turned to go.
At the gate he touched my shoulder.
"Mathews!"