CHAPTER VIIIGiles had said that he would call for Meade at a quarter to one. He arrived at half past twelve and found her ready. He might have lost his memory, but she hadn’t lost hers, and he had always been at least a quarter of an hour too early for every appointment they had had. It heartened her a good deal to find that he hadn’t changed.
She opened the door before the bell stopped ringing, and there he was, very cheerful indeed and coming straight to the point.
“You’re ready? Splendid! Come along! I thought we’d go into the country. I’ve got a car and some petrol. This is where you find out who’s your friend.”
It was at this point that Mrs. Underwood emerged. Impossible not to present Giles. Impossible not to wish that it might have been avoided, or at least postponed. Mabel Under
