"You're going out?"
Tony nodded. "I shan't be long, and meanwhile you can fix up the arrangements here. In the first place I want you to get on to Simmons on the telephone. You had better ring up the Grand Hotel, Southampton, and say you're me, and ask them very prettily and nicely if they'll send round someone to fetch him from the yacht. Tell him that we are coming down to-night or early to-morrow morning—you and I and Bugg—and that he must be ready to start directly we arrive. Say that we have changed our minds about South America and that we are going to Braxa instead."
Guy stepped to the table and made a note of these instructions.
"Anything else?" he inquired.
"Nothing more," replied Tony. "Just see that Spalding packs our things, and that Jennings has the car ready—the Rolls of course. Any spare time you have after that I should devote to making your will."
He picked up his coat off the chair on which it was lying.
"Where are you going to?" asked Guy.
There was a short pause while Tony lighted himself a cigarette.
"I am going to a matinée," he said, "at the Gaiety Theatre."
For a moment Guy stared at him in amazement.