"Don't forget that Paul is an M.P., dad!" Eve said severely. "You mustn't
attempt to bring him into any of your little affairs."
"On this occasion," Mr. Bundercombe expostulated, "I am on the side of the
law. Mr. Cullen, whom I am probably going to see presently, will be my
brother-in-arms."
"What do you need me for, then?" I asked.
"As to absolutely needing you, perhaps I don't," Mr. Bundercombe admitted.
"On the other hand, it's a very interesting little affair, and one in
which you could take a hand without compromising yourself."
"What about Eve?" I inquired.
"Not this time!" Mr. Bundercombe replied. "The only risk there is about
the affair," he explained, "is that it is just possible there may be a bit
of a scrap."
"What's the program?" I asked.
"To-night, at home, at ten o'clock. Can you manage it?"
"Rather," I answered; "if Eve doesn't mind. This is the night you promised
to go with your mother to a lecture somewhere, isn't it?" I reminded her.
She nodded.
"Very well," she consented resignedly, "so long as you don't let him get
hurt, dad."
"No fear of that!" Mr. Bundercombe declared cheerfully. "If they go for
any one they'll go for me. So long, young people! At ten o'clock, Paul!"
At precisely the hour agreed upon that evening I presented myself at Mr.
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