decided
to go to Lennox first.

Now as she sat in his sitting-room where, for all she knew, she might
have to sit for hours, it comforted her to think that she had so
decided. If she had put it off until the morrow, Lennox would, by then,
have gone to the aviation-field, where he might be killed before she
could patch things up. At thought of that, she wondered whether he might
not stay out undiscoverably all night and send for his things to be
fetched to the station.

But in that case, Cassy promptly reflected, I'll go to her, pull her out
of bed, drag her there--and no thanks either. I didn't do it for you, I
did it for him. He's too good for you.

On the mantel, a clock struck, while thinly, through a lateral entrance,
Harris emerged.

"The hall-porter at Mr. Lennox' club says he's just gone out with Mr.
Jones. Yes, ma'am."

"Mr. Jones! What Mr. Jones? The novelist?"

"I'm thinking so, ma'am. A very haffable gentleman."

"Try to get him. Ask if Mr. Lennox, is there. Or, no, I'll do the
talking."

Then presently she was doing it, collaborating rather in the dialogue
that ensued.

"Mr. Jones?"

"Yes, darling."

Cassy, swallowing it, resumed: "Mr. Jones, forgive a stranger for
intruding, I----"

"Beautiful voice, forgive me. Triple brute that I am, I thought it was
my aunt."

"Then let me introduce myself. This is Miss Cara."

"Casta diva! You do me infinite honour!"

"Mr. Jones, I must see Mr. Lennox. It is a matter of life and death."

"Lennox is engaged with death now."

"What!"

"He is preparing for the great adventure. At this moment he is making
his will. Miss Cara?"

"Yes?"

"Lennox takes even serious matters gravely."

"But he is with you?"

"In my workshop and at your service as I am."

"You will let me come there?"

"Enthusiastically and yet with all humility for I have no red carpet to
run down the stair."

"Then hold on to him, please."

Ouf! sighed Cassy, as she hung it up. Another man who might be Mrs.
Yallum's husband! She took the telephone-book, found and memorised the
address and turned to Harris. "Thank you very much. Will you mind giving
me that package?"

"Beg pardon, ma'am," the little man said, as he opened the door for her.
"There's nothing more amiss, is there?"

Cassy covered him with her lovely eyes. "When Mr. Lennox comes back
here, he may tell you to unpack."

"Then may God bless your ladyship."

Cassy went on.

At Jones' shop, a floor in a reco