“I have ascertained it in the course of my inquiry.”
Dorise paused, and then looking the man of mystery straight in the face, asked:
“What do you really know about me?”
“Well,” he laughed lightly. “A good deal. Now tell me when could you be free to get away from your mother for a whole day?”
“Why?”
“I want to know. Just tell me the date. When are you returning to London?”
“On Saturday week. I could get away—say—on Tuesday week.”
“Very good. You would have to leave London by an early train in the morning—if I fail to send a car for you, which I hope to do. And be back again late at night.”
“Why?”
“Why,” he echoed. “Because I have a reason.”