"I wonder," he wrote, "if you know of a nice young man who could manage a county club. There's a very fine house and estate in Surrey going for a song, and I think it would be fun to make a residential place of it, with plenty of lawn-tennis courts and a golf links, billiard-rooms, and so forth. A young athletic man with brains, and plenty of friends, but not necessarily experience. The amateur is often best for this kind of thing. My idea is perhaps to live there myself and make a hobby of it as well as a home. You may come in on the ground floor if you like." Following the line of least resistance, I took this letter at once to "The Beck and Call." Ben read it and her excitement was intense. I never saw her look so animated and indeed beautiful: her colour was brilliant. "Oh, dear!" she said, with a sigh that was sheer relief and content, "how amazing! And to come to-day too!" She took the telephone and called for a number. "Is that you, Price?" she asked. "Miss Ben speaking. Is Mr. Toby down yet? He's having breakfast. Well, tell him to come instantly to Motcombe Street. Very important. Call a taxi for him." "Oh, dear, how happy I am!" she said. And then she told me about Toby and his affairs. "Of course Toby's exactly what is wanted," she said. "He has heaps of friends at Oxford, and there are father's club friends, too. He's very good at games. He's mad to throw himself into something and prove that he isn't just a dud. And there's this love trouble to incite him to do more than his best. Don't you agree?" "Well," I said, "it wouldn't matter if I didn't. Having come here for advice I shall take it. But, as it happens, I do agree. I think Toby ought to be splendid, and it is like Marrable Leigh's instinct to fasten on that type." When Toby came in he took fire at once. "Of course I can do it," he said. "I'm used to managing. Although no one knew it I deputized for our bursar lots of times, behind the scenes. And I know of a ripping butler out of a job at this moment, at the Carterets' at Hurley, you know," he explained to his sister. "They're giving up their house. He's a nailer!" Ben looked proudly at me. "And if the governor was allowed to take a few shares it would be all to the good," Toby continued. "It would interest him in it." Ben looked still more proud. "Not such a fool as you thought him, this boy," her expression seemed to say. And how true it is that opportunity so often makes the man! "Couldn't we see Mr. Marrable Leigh now?" Toby asked. "I think we might ring up," I said; and we did so and made an appointment. Let it suffice to say that we spent a most amusing day motoring to Fairmile Towers, exploring the house and grounds, and motoring back. That evening Toby dined with Marrable Leigh; and the next day Miss Marquand was again--under the rose--wearing his ring. XXIX "Look here, Ben," said Colonel Staveley, "something awful's happened and I want your help."