“On the car? At this hour?”
In brief I explained all that had taken place between us, and he listened to me in silence till the end.
“What?” he cried. “You are actually going to make people believe that you’re her husband?”
“I’m going to make people in Camberwell believe it,” I answered.
“But isn’t that a very dangerous bit of business?” he queried. “Suppose any of her people knew it. What would be said?”
I only shrugged my shoulders.
“Well,” he remarked at last, “please yourself, old chap, but I can’t help thinking that it’s very unwise. I can’t see either how being married protects her in the least.”
“Nor can I. Yet I’ve resolved to shield her, and at the same time to try and solve the mysterious affair, therefore, I’m bound to adopt her suggestions. She must get away at once, and we must get Mason out of the neighbourhood—those two facts are plain. The motor will run down the avenue without any noise, so she’ll be miles away when the household awake.”
“Where’s she going?”
I told him, and he agreed that my suggestion had been a good one.