Jimmy kicked a footstool out of his way. He walked over to the window,
and stood for a moment with his back turned. Presently:

"If anyone asks you, you might as well tell them the truth," he said
jerkily. "I--don't let them think that brute Mortlake----"

He broke off.

"I'll tell 'em the truth," said Sangster.

He leaned over the fire, poking it vigorously.

"What are you doing to-night, Jimmy?" he asked, "I'm at a loose end----"

Jimmy turned.

"I'm taking some people to the theatre--old friends! Met them quite by
chance the other night. Haven't you heard me speak of them--the
Wyatts?"

"By Jove, yes!" Sangster dropped the poker unceremoniously. "People
from Upton House. You used to be full of them when I first knew you,
and that's how many years ago, Jimmy?"

"The Lord only knows!" said Jimmy dispiritedly. "Well, I've got a box
for a show to-night, and asked them to come. Christine's dead nuts on
theatres. Remember Christine?"

"I remember the name. Old sweetheart of yours, wasn't she?"