"Of course I will. I'll be there just after seven," he said, and, after leisurely finishing a cigarette, he left her.
Just before half-past seven he entered Ena Pollen's flat, where Lilla was already seated in the drawing-room. He wore a simple blue serge suit, for that night he had come straight from Hammersmith, and had not dressed to go to a restaurant or the theatre.
"Well?" he asked the Red Widow. "Anything fresh?"
"Nothing. I telephoned to Golder's Green an hour ago, and found Miss Propert was most despondent."
"Poor dear!" laughed Lilla. "What a pity! Her bill will be paid all right—so she needn't fret!"
Presently they sat down to a very pleasant little dinner, where, with sardonic laughter, the trio of death-dealers lifted their glasses of champagne to "dear Augusta's speedy recovery."
After dinner they returned to the drawing-room, where they took their liqueurs and coffee, all three being in excellent spirits.
The only serious moment was when the Red Widow suddenly remarked:
"I don't half like the situation concerning that young fellow Durrant! Do you know, I feel some strange presage of evil—I mean that we may have made a slip there."
"Slip!" laughed Boyne derisively. "Nothing of the kind, my dear Ena! I saw to that all right. And surely you can trust me?"