6There was a letter from Millicent waiting for d**k; she had lost no time in answering his of that morning. It contained but a single line—d**k expected nothing else:
“I am not coming.”
Plug had informed himself as to the English marriage laws, and had learned that Allington and the girl had secured a special licence to wed which obviated all delays. They were expected to appear before the registrar at three o’clock the following afternoon to have the ceremony performed.
“Did you bring in everything I asked for?” demanded d**k.
Plug exhibited the articles.
“Fine!” said d**k in grim satisfaction. “Then we’re all set and ready to go!”
“Wait a minute,” said Plug with a bothered look. “There’s something goin’ on in this house that I don’t like.”
“What’s that?” asked d**k sharply.
“A ne
