“Eleven o’clock.”
“And where shall we go?”
“Anywhere you say. Make it the scene of our banquet.”
“Our banquet, you mean,” observed Mark, slyly. “We ate it. However——”
“Will you come? Or are you going to play the coward as usual?”
“I’ll come,” said Mark, simply. “And meanwhile you go on about your business.”
This last sharp command rather took Vance by surprise; it was so in contrast with Mark’s previous calm and cool manner. It showed him that he was really mad, after all. And Vance, as he turned and strode away, was all aglow with triumph.
“We’ve got him!” he chuckled. “It’s all over now.”