Get Thresk down to Little Beeding upon that excuse.

Then confront him unexpectedly with Mrs.
Ballantyne.

And let me be there." Such was the plan which Pettifer suggested.

A period of silence followed upon his words.

Even Mr.Hazlewood, in the extremity of his distress, recoiled from it.
"It would look like a trap." Mr.Pettifer thumped his table impatiently.
"Let's be frank, for Heaven's sake.