CHAPTER XI

LORD WEALD came up that afternoon without waiting for the breathing space he had promised. He travelled up at such a speed that he left behind him a trail of police summonses for exceeding the speed limit, but that was a normal experience of Tommy’s. He was bursting with news. “My dear old thing, whom do you think I saw this morning? That dear little soul! Dick, she’s marvellous! Going by car to London, and the jolly old pram strapped onto the top. Perfectly beautiful, old boy!” “I gather you’re talking about Mary …