"Well, we'll find him. I'm not going to talk about it any more now. I'm too angry. Cicely! She ought to be whipped. If it _is_ too late, she shall never come to Kencote again, if I have any say in the matter, and I don't think my say will be needed. Let's go to bed. We shall have plenty of time to talk in the train." "I'll go and get hold of Grove," said Jim. "He must get a room ready, and see that we get to the station in the morning," and he went out of the room. Dick walked up and down, and then poured himself out whisky-and-soda from a table standing ready. He lit a cigarette and threw the match violently into the fireplace. When Jim returned he said, "I've managed to keep it pretty dark so far. The governor would have blurted everything out--everything that he knew. I'm glad I intercepted that letter to the mater. I haven't any sort of feeling about opening it. _I'm_ going to see to this. If we can get hold of her before it's too late, she must go to Muriel for a bit; I must keep it from the governor as long as I can--until I get back and can tackle him. He'll be so furious that he'll give it away all round. He wouldn't think about the scandal." "Pray God we shan't be too late," said Jim. "What a fool I've been, Dick! I took it all for granted. I never thought that she wasn't just as fond of me as I was of her." Dick looked at him. "Well, I suppose that's all over now," he said, "a girl who behaves like that!" Jim turned away, and said nothing, and by and by they went up to bed. They drove over to Bathgate the next morning and caught the seven o'clock train to Ganton, where they picked up the London express. Alone in a first-class smoking-carriage they laid their plans. "I have an idea that is worth trying before we do anything else," said Jim. "When we were travelling together that fellow told me of some rooms in Bloomsbury he always went to when he could get them." "Do you know the address?" "Yes," said Jim, and gave it. "He said they were the best rooms in London, and made me write down the address. I found it last night." "Why on earth didn't you say so before?" "I had forgotten. I didn't suppose I should ever want to take rooms in Bloomsbury." "It's a chance. We'll go there first. If we draw blank, we will go to his club, and then to the Geographical Society. We'll find him somewhere." "We can't do anything to him," said Jim. "I'm not thinking much of him," Dick confessed. "It would be a comfort to bruise him a bit--though I dare say he'd be just as likely to bruise me. He's got an amazing cheek; but, after all, a man plays his own hand. If she had behaved herself properly he couldn't have done anything." He flicked the ash of his cigar on to the carpet and looked carelessly out of the window, but turned his head sharply at the tone in which Jim said, "If I could get him alone, and it couldn't do her any harm afterwards, I'd kill him." And he cursed Mackenzie with a deliberate, blasphemous oath.