Cunningham appeared genuinely taken aback. 84 84 “She went out alone?” “Yes.” “Have you notified the police?” “Not yet. I’m giving her until one; then I shall start something.” “Something tells me,” said Cunningham, easily, “that Miss Norman is in no danger. But she would never have gone out if I had been in the lobby. If she has not returned by one call me. Any assistance I can give will be given gladly. Women ought never to be mixed up in affairs such as this one, on this side of the world. Tell your father that he ought to know by this time that he is no match for me.” “What do you mean by that?” “Innocent! You know very well what I mean. If you hadn’t a suspicion of what has happened you would be roaring up and down the corridors with the police. You run true to the breed. It’s a good one, I’ll admit. But your father will regret this night’s work.” “Perhaps. Here, read this.” Dennison extended the note. Cunningham, his brows bent, ran through the missive. Miss Norman: Will you do me the honour to meet me at the bridgehead at half-past nine—practically at once? My son and I are not on friendly terms. Still, I am his father, and I’d like to hear what he has been doing over here. 85 I will have a limousine, and we can ride out on the Bubbling Well Road while we talk. Miss Norman 85 Anthony Cleigh. Anthony Cleigh
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