CHAPTER VII
BUGG'S STRATEGY
There was a knock outside.
"Come in," said Tony, who was arranging his tie in front of the glass.
The door opened, and Guy Oliver walked into the bedroom. He was in evening dress, which if possible made him look more sedate than ever.
"Hullo, Guy!" said Tony; "I am afraid I am a little late. Is Cousin Henry fuming on the mat?"
Guy shook his head. "He hasn't turned up yet: it's only just gone half-past." He seated himself on the end of the bed. "How did you get on at Brooklands?" he asked.
Tony stepped back from the glass and contemplated his tie with some satisfaction.
"I had quite a cheerful day," he replied. "I managed to squeeze eighty-six out of her, and finished up by breaking the back-axle."
Guy nodded grimly. "You will break your neck some day," he observed, "and then I suppose you will be satisfied."