We drew breaths of relief. Our journey had been something of a strain.
"Thank goodness!" said Barbara.
"Should a lady come, don't allow her to enter the flat," said I.
"I shouldn't give a strange lady entrance in any case," said the porter.
"Good!" said I, and I was about to go. But Barbara, with her ready common-sense, took me aside and whispered:
"Why not take all these compromising manuscripts home with us?"
In my letter case I had the half-forgotten power of attorney that Jaffery had given me at Havre. I shewed it to the porter.
"I want to get some things out of Mr. Chayne's flat."