"Not unless Tommy likes to wear it," I said. "I think I'm disguised enough as it is." We pulled up outside Mr. Holland's imposing shop-front, and Joyce, who was sitting next the door, got up from her seat. Then she leaned forward and kissed me. "Good-bye, Neil," she said. "I shall come down on Tuesday and go straight to the _Betty_, unless I hear anything special from you before then." She paused. "And oh, dear Neil," she added, "you will be careful, won't you? If anything was to happen now, I believe I should kill George and jump into the Thames." "In that case," I said, "I shall be discretion itself. I couldn't allow George anything like so charming an end; it would be quite wasted on him." Joyce smiled happily and, opening the door, jumped out on to the pavement. "You keep the taxi on," she said. "I shall take a bus home. I can't be hurried over buying a hat--even if it's for Gertie. Where shall I tell the man to go to?" "Better say the Studio," answered Tommy. "We both want a wash and a drink before we start dissipating." For an escaped murderer and his guilty accessory, I am afraid that our dissipation proved to be rather a colourless affair. Tommy had always had simple tastes in the way of amusement, and even if it had been safe for us to parade the West End in each other's company, I certainly had no wish to waste my time over a theatre or anything of that sort. I found that real life supplied me with all the drama I needed just at present. What we actually did was to dine quietly in a little out-of-the-way restaurant just off Sloane Square, and then play billiards for the remainder of the evening in a room above a neighbouring tavern. We had several most exciting games. In old days I had been able to beat Tommy easily, but owing to a regrettable oversight on the part of the Government there is no table at Princetown, and in consequence I was rather short of practice. Afterwards Tommy walked with me as far as Victoria, where we discussed such arrangements for the future as we were in a position to make. "I'll write to you, anyway, Neil," he said, "as soon as I've tackled Latimer; and I'll probably come down with Joyce on Tuesday. If you want me any time before, send me a wire." I nodded. "You'll be more useful to me in London, Tommy," I said. "All the threads of the business are up here. McMurtrie--Latimer-- George"--I paused--"I'd give something to know what those three do between them," I added regretfully. Tommy gripped my hand. "It's all right, old son," he said. "I'm not much of a believer in inspirations and all that sort of rot, but somehow or other I'm dead certain we're going to win out. I've had a feeling like that ever since the trial--and so has Joyce." "Thanks, Tommy," I said briefly. "You'd give a jellyfish a backbone--you two." And with a last squeeze of the hand I left him standing there, and set off across the station for Edith Terrace.