“Then how do you know?”
“That’s my affair,” smiled Baltazar. “Lady Edna,” said he, “don’t you think that my coming the heavy father like this puts you into rather an absurd position?”
She replied, white-lipped: “I’ll never forgive you till I’m dead!”
“I’ve naturally counted on the consequences of your resentment,” said Baltazar.
“What do you propose to do?”
“If you persist, to thrust upon you the displeasure of my company, without luggage—just like Godfrey.”
“You——” she began indignantly. And then suddenly: “Oh, my God!” and clutched him by the arm.
He followed her stare across the station, and there, in the archway of the Booking Hall, peering from right to left in his rat-like way, stood Edgar Donnithorpe.
CHAPTER XXIII
YOU seem to have managed your little affair rather clumsily,” said Baltazar.