Laverick laughed shortly. He was a matter-of-fact man, and there
seemed something a little absurd in such a warning.

"I do not think," he declared, "that you need have any fear. London
is, as you doubtless find it, a dull old city, but it is a remarkably
safe one to live in."

"Nevertheless, Mr. Laverick," she repeated earnestly, "be on your
guard to-day, for all our sakes."

He bowed and changed the subject.

"Your investments," he remarked, "you will be content, perhaps, to
leave as they are. It is, no doubt, of some interest to you to
know that they are showing already a profit of considerably over a
thousand pounds."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"It was an excuse - that investment," she declared. "Yet money is
always good. Keep it for me, Mr. Laverick, and do what you will. I
will trust your judgment. Buy or sell as you please. You will let
nothing prevent your coming this afternoon?"

"Nothing," he promised her.

>From the window of her beautifully appointed little electric brougham
she held out her hand in farewell.