"I shall catch the night mail to the Continent. We might
go up to London together; for London is on your way to Wiesbaden."
"No," said Durrance, "I have just one more visit to pay in England. I
did not think of it until I was in bed last night. You put it into my
head."
"Oh," observed Sutch, "and whom do you propose to visit?"
"General Feversham," replied Durrance.
Sutch laid down his knife and fork and looked with surprise at his
companion. "Why in the world do you wish to see him?" he asked.
"I want to tell him how Harry has redeemed his honour, how he is still
redeeming it. You said last night that you were bound by a promise not
to tell him anything of his son's intention, or even of his son's
success until the son returned himself. But I am bound by no promise. I
think such a promise bears hardly on the general. There is nothing in
the world which could pain him so much as the proof that his son was a
coward. Harry might have robbed and murdered. The old man would have
preferred him to have committed both these crimes. I shall cross into
Surrey this morning and tell him that Harry never was a coward."
Sutch shook his head.
"He will not be able to understand.
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