“I’ll tell you what I’ll do: I’ll go down to Blackstable, but I’ll go
down on my own. I’ll put up at the Bear and Key and I’ll come over and
see Mrs. Driffield while you’re there. You can both talk your heads off
about Edward Driffield, but I shall be able to get away when I’m fed up
with you.”
Roy laughed good-naturedly.
“All right. That’ll do. And will you jot down anything you can remember
that you think will be useful to me?”
“I’ll try.”
“When will you come? I’m going down on Friday.”
“I’ll come with you if you’ll promise not to talk to me in the train.”
“All right. The five-ten’s the best one. Shall I come and fetch you?”
“I’m capable of getting to Victoria by myself. I’ll meet you on the
platform.”
I don’t know if Roy was afraid of my changing my mind, but he got up at
once, shook my hand heartily, and left. He begged me on no account to
forget my tennis racket and bathing suit.