“If it were imperative, I could.”
Moreno rose and laid his hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Good! Then I claim your promise. Pack your bag to-morrow morning and come with me to Spain. I am going to outwit them again. I might do it single-handed, but your assistance will be invaluable. Will you come?”
“It is to help Guy Rossett?”
“It is to help Isobel Clandon through Guy Rossett. I will explain everything as we travel together to-morrow.”
“I adhere to my promise,” said Farquhar. “I will make all my arrangements in the morning. I shall be at your disposal after twelve. How long will you want me for?”
“A week at the outside.”
Moreno stifled a yawn. In spite of his vigorous constitution, he was very tired.
“Let us turn in, old man. I feel as if I could sleep the clock round.”