"And you will bring it here?" suggested Stella.
"I think not. It will take some time to read through, and we might be interrupted," was Hugh's answer.
"At your hotel, then, I suppose?" was the young woman's next suggestion.
"The same objection applies."
He scribbled down an address on a piece of paper. "Meet me there this day week at the hour I have appointed. Nobody will interrupt us, I will take care of that."
And Mrs. Spencer lay awake half the night, working out a problem that had suggested itself to her in a flash.
The next day she lunched with George Dutton in the City. The detective might be watching her, but did it matter? whatever happened at the end of the week, she had burned her boats.