"Oh dear!" exclaimed Isabel in dismay. "Then if he saw you in the car he will be able to find out who you are from Da Freitas."
Tony nodded. "One can't have all the trumps," he observed philosophically. "It would be an awfully dull game if one did."
There was a second's pause. Then with a sudden impulsive gesture Isabel clasped her hands together in front of her.
"I don't care," she remarked defiantly. "I'm not frightened of them. I don't believe I shall be frightened of anything—not with you to help me."
CHAPTER X
THE ROYAL ENTERPRISE
The mellow-toned grandfather clock in the corner chimed out the stroke of nine-thirty as Guy crossed the hall with a bundle of papers in his hand. He had reached the foot of the banisters and was preparing to ascend, when his progress was brought to a sudden standstill.
Coming down the broad oak staircase, with the inevitable cigarette between his lips, was the smiling and fully dressed figure of Sir Antony Conway.
Guy stared at him incredulously.
"Good gracious, Tony!" he observed. "Do you mean to say you have got up to breakfast two days running?"