Tony stopped laughing. "How about your work? How about your part here at the theatre?" he asked.
"Oh, damn the theatre," said Molly simply. "I've got a very good understudy, and they'll have to put up with her." She glanced again rapidly at the clock. "Listen, Tony—we've got exactly two minutes, and then I must start changing. I shall have to have the dresser in, and we can't talk in front of her. Tell me now—right away—just what you want me to do."
For a moment Tony reflected rapidly.
"I think the best plan will be for you to motor down with me," he said. "I can send Guy and Bugg in one car with Jennings, and call for you at your place with the other. I shan't tell Guy anything about it until you're safe on board."
"Why?" asked Molly. "Do you think he'll mind?"
"I am sure he will," said Tony cheerfully. "But it will be too late for him to do anything then unless he tries to throw you into the sea." He paused. "Can you be ready by nine-thirty sharp?"
Molly nodded. "I won't keep you waiting," she said.
There was a knock at the door, and having been granted permission to enter, the secretive looking dresser reappeared on the scene.
"Beg pardon for hinterrupting, Miss," she observed apologetically, "but it's time you was startin' to change."
"Quite right, Jane," said Molly. She turned to Tony and held out her hand. "Well, thanks for coming and looking me up, Tony," she added. "See you again quite soon, I hope."