I'm renting this line for the next quarter of an hour.

Well, we made a bee-line for Beachy Head--so Jackson told me--and, when the automobile pulled up, we got under a hedge and I did a bit of scout work on my feet.

I saw Silk Hat pick out a lady from a bunch of people, who seemed to be taking the view with sandwiches, and it was simple as falling off a log to follow the position of affairs--Silk Hat urging lady to come with him, lady astonished, not able to size up exact bearings of the yarn, but finally yielding.

Now, if Miss Forbes hadn't told us that her mother had written saying she was going to Beachy Head with a picnic party this afternoon I would have gotten off at the wrong address, because I could hardly have failed to believe that Silk Hat was picking up a female accomplice.

But, as things stood, I suspicioned that, failing the daughter, he was putting up a bunco tale for the mother--a situation new, I believe, in the realm of romantic fiction.