Francis Ledsam was a little puzzled.

Small things meant much to him in life, and he had been looking forward almost with the zest of a schoolboy to that hour of relaxation at his club.
He was impatient of even a brief delay, a sentiment which he tried to express in his response.
"What do you want to speak to me about ?" he repeated bluntly.

"I shall be in my rooms in the Temple to-morrow morning, any time after eleven." "It is necessary for me to speak to you now," she insisted.

"There is a tea-shop across the way.

Please accompany me there." Ledsam, a little surprised at the coolness of her request, subjected his accoster to a closer scrutiny.