"Well, don't you see?" Molly threw away her cigarette and rose to her feet. "Surely it's just possible that somehow--by some sort of a chance--we might be able to make use of this to help us." She laughed almost hysterically. "Oh, I know it sounds wild and mad, but what notion have you got that's any better?" Tony took a couple of paces to the door, and back to where she was standing. "By Jove, it's an idea, Molly!" he said slowly. "If we could get you there without being found out----" "I have thought of that," she interrupted. "I was thinking of it all the time I was on the stage." She paused. "Tony--you remember that song I was singing a couple of years ago--the one in which I used to dress up as a curate?" He nodded. "Well, I've still got the things I wore--the clothes and the wig and the spectacles--in fact the whole get-up. It was so good that once, just for a joke, I went out into the street in it. I walked the whole way down the Strand, and not a soul spotted that there was anything wrong." The old gleam of mischievous amusement leaped into Tony's eyes. "Good Lord, Molly!" he said. "And you propose to take the trip--in those?" "Why not?" she demanded. "I can carry it through all right--really and truly I can. After all there's no reason you couldn't have a curate on board, is there?" "None at all," said Tony. "Oh, none at all." He leaned against the wall and began to laugh, gently and joyously. Molly faced him with shining eyes. "Then you'll take me?" she exclaimed. Again Tony nodded his head. "I'll take you, Molly," he answered, "if it's only for the sake of seeing Guy's face." There was another clatter and shuffle of footsteps outside, and the voice of the call-boy came echoing down the passage. "Beginners, Act two, please!" Tony stopped laughing. "How about your work? How about your part here at the theatre?" he asked. "Oh, damn the theatre," said Molly simply. "I've got a very good understudy, and they'll have to put up with her." She glanced again rapidly at the clock. "Listen, Tony--we've got exactly two minutes, and then I must start changing. I shall have to have the dresser in, and we can't talk in front of her. Tell me now--right away--just what you want me to do." For a moment Tony reflected rapidly. "I think the best plan will be for you to motor down with me," he said. "I can send Guy and Bugg in one car with Jennings, and call for you at your place with the other. I shan't tell Guy anything about it until you're safe on board." "Why?" asked Molly. "Do you think he'll mind?" "I am sure he will," said Tony cheerfully. "But it will be too late for him to do anything then unless he tries to throw you into the sea." He paused. "Can you be ready by nine-thirty sharp?" Molly nodded. "I won't keep you waiting," she said. There was a knock at the door, and having been granted permission to enter, the secretive looking dresser reappeared on the scene.