She needs a chappie of the get-on-or-get-out type, somebody in the six cylinder class. And, as a matter of fact, between ourselves, I rather think she's found him." "What!" Mr. McEachern half rose from his chair. All his old fears had come surging back. "What do you mean?" "Fact," said his lordship, nodding. "Mind you, I don't know for certain.