" He glanced at his watch. "I think we ought to be moving. We
will discuss arrangements as we go. I must send a wire to Mrs. Perkiss,
and tell her you will go down by the seven-thirty. I will see you into
the train at this end, and they will meet you at the other with the
cart. It's three miles from the railway."
As they passed out together, he added meditatively, "I think you'll like
the old mill, Chirpy. It's thatched."
"I'm sure I shall," she answered earnestly.
V
THE KNIGHT ERRANT TAKES THE FIELD
Rivington returned to his rooms that night, after dining at a
restaurant, with a pleasing sense of having accomplished something that
had been well worth the doing. He chuckled to himself a little as he
walked. It was a decidedly humorous situation.
He was met at the top of the stairs by his servant, a sharp-faced lad of
fifteen whom he had picked out of the dock of a police-court some months
before, and who was devoted to him in consequence.
"There's a gentleman waitin' for you sir; wouldn't take 'No' for an
answer; been 'ere best part of an hour. Name of Sin, sir. Looks like a
foreigner."
"Eh?" The blue eyes widened for a moment, then smiled approbation. "Very
appropriate," murmured Rivington. "All right, Tommy; I know the
gentleman."
He was still smiling as he entered his room.
A slim, dark man turned swiftly from its farther end to meet him.
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