In the hurry and horror of that morning something had been forgotten--something of importance, something which perhaps, together with the key locked away in the hall table, might set free Joan's feet from the net in which they were entangled.

He looked at his watch.
"Will you lend me your car, Harry, for a few hours ?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes." "Then I'll go," said Martin.

"I will be back this afternoon or evening, Lady Splay." He went to the door, but was delayed by a box of Corona cigars upon a small table.

"I'll take one of your cigars, Sir Chichester," he said drily.
"Anything in the house, of course, my boy," began the baronet hospitably, and pulled himself up.

"A very bad habit, Hillyard.