“I suppose things had gone so for about a fortnight when your sister,
Lady Monteith, wrote that she had seen Sir Henry with us--Mr. Meadows
and me--in the motor. I have to shatter a pleasant fancy about that
chaperonage! That was the only time Sir Henry was ever with us.
“It came about like this: It was Thursday morning about nine o'clock,
I think, when Sir Henry, popped in at the Ritz. He was full of some
amazing mystery that had turned up at Benton Court, a country house
belonging to the Duke of Dorset, up the Thames beyond Richmond. He
wanted to go there at once. He was fuming because an under secretary had
his motor, and he couldn't catch up with him.
“I told him he could have 'our' motor. He laughed. And I telephoned Mr.
Meadows to come over and take him up. Sir Henry asked me to go along.
So that's how Lady Monteith happened to see the three of us crowded into
the seat of the big roadster.”