"Righto, then I will. To-morrow morning. Don't say a word to any one, or dad may object. Meet me at the garage at eleven, and we'll sneak out. You'll have to look after me like anything. Bring a card-case in one hand and a revolver in the other; then we'll be ready for anything. Hallo, dad—your visitors didn't keep you long. What did they want?"
Sir Edward came out on to the terrace and dropped into a chair.
"Mad!" he said meditatively. "Quite mad, so far as I can see."
"Who?"
"Both of 'em."
"But what did they want?"
"That's just it. I don't know. They kept on saying that they wanted to tell me something I ought to know, but not a thing more would they say."
He walked irritably up and down the terrace. Allen and Isobel looked at each other.
"In the end," said Sir Edward, "I lost my temper. I practically kicked 'em out, and I've no idea now why they came. I'll go and see Davies to-morrow, to see if he's recovered his sanity."
He paused in his pacing and faced them.