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Reggie patted her back paternally。 There were few people he liked better than Maud。
〃Always have been since the dear old days of childhood； what！〃
〃I can trust you； can't ！？〃
〃Absolutely！〃
〃There's something I want you to do for me； Reggie。 You'll have to keep it a dead secret of course。〃
〃The strong； silent man。 That's me。 What is it？〃
〃You're driving into town in your car this afternoon； aren't you； to meet Percy？〃
〃That was the idea。〃
〃Could you go this morning insteadand take me？〃
〃Of course。〃
Maud shook her head。
〃You don't know what you are letting yourself in for； Reggie； or I'm sure you wouldn't agree so lightly。 I'm not allowed to leave the castle； you know； because of what I was telling you about。〃
〃The chappie？〃
〃Yes。 So there would be terrible scenes if anybody found out。〃
〃Never mind； dear old soul。 I'll risk it。 None shall learn your secret from these lips。〃
〃You're a darling； Reggie。〃
〃But what's the idea？ Why do you want to go today particularly？〃
Maud looked over her shoulder。
〃Because〃 She lowered her voice； though there was no one near。 〃Because he is back in London！ He's a sort of secretary； you know； Reggie； to his uncle； and I saw in the paper this morning that the uncle returned yesterday after a long voyage in his yacht。 Sohe must have e back； too。 He has to go everywhere his uncle goes。〃
〃And everywhere the uncle went； the chappie was sure to go！〃 murmured Reggie。 〃Sorry。 Didn't mean to interrupt。〃
〃I must see him。 I haven't seen him since last summernearly a whole year！ And he hasn't written to me； and I haven't dared to write to him； for fear of the letter going wrong。 So； you see； I must go。 Today's my only chance。 Aunt Caroline has gone away。 Father will be busy in the garden； and won't notice whether I'm here or not。 And； besides； tomorrow it will be too late； because Percy will be here。 He was more furious about the thing than anyone。〃
〃Rather the proud aristocrat； Percy；〃 agreed Reggie。 〃I understand absolutely。 Tell me just what you want me to do。〃
〃I want you to pick me up in the car about half a mile down the road。 You can drop me somewhere in Piccadilly。 That will be near enough to where I want to go。 But the most important thing is about Percy。 You must persuade him to stay and dine in town and e back here after dinner。 Then I shall be able to get back by an afternoon train； and no one will know I've been gone。〃
〃That's simple enough； what？ Consider it done。 When do you want to start？〃
〃At once。〃
〃I'll toddle round to the garage and fetch the car。〃 Reggie chuckled amusedly。 〃Rum thing！ The mater's just been telling me I ought to take you for a drive。〃
〃You are a darling； Reggie； really！〃
Reggie gave her back another paternal pat。
〃I know what it means to be in love； dear old soul。 I say； Maud； old thing； do you find love puts you off your stroke？ What I mean is； does it make you slice your approach…shots？〃
Maud laughed。
〃No。 It hasn't had any effect on my game so far。 I went round in eighty…six the other day。〃
Reggie sighed enviously。
〃Women are wonderful！〃 he said。 〃Well； I'll be legging it and fetching the car。 When you're ready； stroll along down the road and wait for me。〃
* * *
When he had gone Maud pulled a small newspaper clipping from her pocket。 She had extracted it from yesterday's copy of the Morning Post's society column。 It contained only a few words：
〃Mr。 Wilbur Raymond has returned to his residence at No。 11a Belgrave Square from a prolonged voyage in his yacht； the Siren。〃
Maud did not know Mr。 Wilbur Raymond； and yet that paragraph had sent the blood tingling through every vein in her body。 For as she had indicated to Reggie； when the Wilbur Raymonds of this world return to their town residences； they bring with them their nephew and secretary； Geoffrey Raymond。 And Geoffrey Raymond was the man Maud had loved ever since the day when she had met him in Wales。
CHAPTER 2。
The sun that had shone so brightly on Belpher Castle at noon； when Maud and Reggie Byng set out on their journey； shone on the West…End of London with equal pleasantness at two o'clock。 In Little Gooch Street all the children of all the small shopkeepers who support life in that backwater by selling each other vegetables and singing canaries were out and about playing curious games of their own invention。 Cats washed themselves on doorsteps； preparatory to looking in for lunch at one of the numerous garbage cans which dotted the sidewalk。 Waiters peered austerely from the windows of the two Italian restaurants which carry on the Lucretia Borgia tradition by means of one shilling and sixpenny table d'hote luncheons。 The proprietor of the grocery store on the corner was bidding a silent farewell to a tomato which even he； though a dauntless optimist； had been pelled to recognize as having outlived its utility。 On all these things the sun shone with a genial smile。 Round the corner； in Shaftesbury Avenue； an east wind was doing its best to pierce the hardened hides of the citizenry； but it did not penetrate into Little Gooch Street； which； facing south and being narrow and sheltered； was enabled practically to bask。
Mac； the stout guardian of the stage door of the Regal Theatre； whose gilded front entrance is on the Avenue； emerged from the little glass case in which the management kept him； and came out to observe life and its phenomena with an indulgent eye。 Mac was feeling happy this morning。 His job was a permanent one； not influenced by the success or failure of the productions which followed one another at the theatre throughout the year； but he felt； nevertheless； a sort of proprietary interest in these ventures； and was pleased when they secured the approval of the public。 Last night's opening； a musical piece by an American author and poser； had undoubtedly made a big hit； and Mac was glad； because he liked what he had seen of the pany； and； in the brief time in which he had known him； had e to entertain a warm regard for George Bevan； the poser； who had travelled over from New York to help with the London production。
George Bevan turned the corner now； walking slowly； and； it seemed to Mac； gloomily towards the stage door。 He was a young man of about twenty…seven； tall and well knit； with an agreeable； clean…cut face； of which a pair of good and honest eyes were the most noticeable feature。 His sensitive mouth was drawn down a little at the corners； and he looked tired。
〃Morning； Mac。〃
〃Good morning； sir。〃
〃Anything for me？〃
〃Yes； sir。 Some telegrams。 I'll get 'em。 Oh； I'll GET 'em；〃 said Mac； as if reassuring some doubting friend and supporter as to his ability to carry through a labour of Hercules。
He disappeared into his glass case。 George Bevan remained outside in the street surveying the frisking children with a sombre glance。 They seemed to him very noisy； very dirty and very young。 Disgustingly young。 Theirs was joyous； exuberant youth which made a fellow feel at least sixty。 Something was wrong with George today； for normally he was fond of children。 Indeed； normally he was fond of most things。 He was a good…natured a