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M'Clinton. They rose to meet her. "Well are you ready, young lady?" the old man asked. "Is it are we to sail soon?" "Next Saturday and this is Monday. Can you manage it, Tommy?" Bob's eyes were dancing with excitement. "Oh, Bobby truly?" She caught at his coat sleeve. "When did you hear?" "I had a wire from General Harran this morning.
M'Clinton; and I've got to see Tommy somehow." He bent his brows over the problem as he turned towards Lincoln's Inn. "Are you there, miss?" The sepulchral whisper came faintly to Cecilia's ears as she sat in her little room, sewing a frock of Queenie's. The children were out in the garden at the back of the house. Mrs. Rainham was practising in the drawing-room.
And one can always get Government expert advice there, I believe, to prevent one chucking away one's money foolishly." Mr. M'Clinton nodded approvingly. "I don't know, but you might do worse," he said. "I believe in these new countries for young people; the old ones are getting overcrowded and worn out. And your relations are likely to give trouble if you are within their reach.
Now I suppose I'll get mine." A bell whirred sharply. The alert office-boy sprang to the summons, returning immediately. "Mr. M'Clinton can see you now, sir." Bob followed him through the oaken door, and along a narrow passage to a room where a spare, grizzled man sat at a huge roll-top desk. He rose as the boy shut the door behind his visitor. "Well, Captain Rainham. How do you do?"
"She was deeply afraid of any of her property coming under the control of your father and through him, of his wife. And so she tied up her money very carefully. She left direct to you and your sister certain assets. The rest of her property she left, in trust, to me." "To you, sir?" "Aye. Very carefully tied up, too," said Mr. M'Clinton, with a twinkle.
M'Clinton's office the wonderful plan of flight to Australia had been revealed to her, and the joy of the prospect blotted out everything else. Mr. M'Clinton, watching her face, had been amazed by the wave of delight that had swept over it. "You like it, then?" he had said. "You are not afraid to go so far?" "Afraid with Bob? Oh, the farther I can get from England the better," she had answered.
"I can't find out the Nauru's sailing time, and it isn't safe to leave it until Saturday. There's a train somewhere about two o'clock that gets up somewhere about seven or eight that evening. Mr. M'Clinton and I don't want to leave it to the last moment to get your luggage away from Lancaster Gate. Can you have it ready the night before?"
"But apart from money, I should like to know if I am within the law in taking my sister away." Mr. M'Clinton thought deeply before replying. "I had better speak frankly to you, Captain Rainham," he said. "Your aunt, as you probably know, did not like your father. I am not sure that she actually distrusted him.
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