"I think He will," said Arthur simply.
"I forgot to tell you, Bundy expects you to stay with him. He has a kind of palace somewhere in Kensington, I believe."
"I don't think I can do that."
"No, I don't think I would. You should be with your father to-night."
"If..." and the rest he dared not utter.
"You mustn't think of that. I feel morally sure that he will be acquitted. And then he will want you badly. You understand?"
"Yes. I understand."
The train glided into Paddington. Bundy saw him at once as he stepped from the train. His honest face was flushed, his eyes bright with excitement.
"I have a carriage ready!" he cried. "Be quick!"
"Where are we going?"