I've
kept it up all right until now and the job comes off to-morrow. Miss
Blanche is convinced that my interest in her is sentimental and she has
occasionally not been quite so careful as she might have been. I have
picked up here and there certain small details that enable me to form a
very fair idea as to the nature of this venture in which I was invited to
participate. The last few days I have been hesitating whether I should
take you into my confidence or not. As it happens you have forced it. Have
you anything particular to do to-morrow?"
I thought for a moment. "Nothing very much until the late afternoon, when
I go down to the House," I replied.
"Then to-morrow you shall see the end of this thing with me," Mr.
Bundercombe promised. "If luck goes our way you will find we shall have
quite a pleasant few minutes."
Eve put her head in at the tent and we hastened to join her. She drew me a
little on one side.
"I think it's all right," I told her.
"I am so glad," she replied. "And, Paul, hadn't you better drop dad a hint
that Mrs. Bundercombe will be home to-morrow? I think he'd better have the
shine taken off his nails!"
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At twelve o'clock the next morning I met Mr.
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