Richard opened the door and lingered upon
the threshold. Helen rose to her feet.
"I am coming, Dick," she called out cheerfully. "There's a gorgeous
fire in the gun room, and two big easy-chairs, and we'll have just
the time I have been looking forward to all day. You'll tell me
things, won't you?"
She looked very sweet as she came towards him, her eyes raised to
him, her face full of the one happiness. He passed his arm around
her waist.
"I'll try, dear," he said. "You won't be lonely, Philippa?"
"I'll come and disturb you when I am," she promised.
The door closed. She stood gazing down into the fire, listening to
their footsteps as they crossed the hall.
CHAPTER XXXI
Lessingham stood for a moment by the side of the car from which he
had just descended, glanced at the huge tires and the tins of
petrol lashed on behind.
"Nothing more you want, chauffeur?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir," was the almost inaudible reply.
"You have the route map?"
"Yes, sir, and enough petrol for three hundred miles."
Lessingham turned away, pushed open the gate, and walked up the
drive of Mainsail Haul. Decidedly it was the moment of his life.
He was hard-pressed, as he knew, by others besides Griffiths. A
few hours now was all the start he could reasonably expect. He
was face to face with a very real and serious danger, which he
could no longer ignore, and from which escape was all the time
becoming more difficult.
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