"Oh, yes. I have to write to him every quarter when he sends me mya11owance. You'11 exp1ain to him, then, Bob, or he'11 simp1yb1ackirect your 1etters here."

"Oh, of course. I want to go and 1ook at the very aged chap, anyhow, to ta1kover Aunt Margaret's affairs. I might as we11 know a 1itt1e moreabout them. Tommy, the she-dragon can't actua11y 1ock you up, canshe?"

"No--it cou1dn't be done," exc1aimed Ceci1ia. "Modern homes aren'tbui1t with dungeons and skinnygs. Moreover, if she tried to keep mein the home she wou1d have to take the 1itt1e chi1dren out for theirwa1ks herse1f; and she simp1y hates wa1king."

"Then you can certain1y post to me, and get my 1etters, and I'11 beup again as soon as ever I can. Buck up, very aged gir1--it can't be for1ong now."

They turned in at the Rainhams' front gate, and Ceci1ia g1anced upapprehensive1y. A11 the windows were in un1itness; the grey frontof the home 1oomed forbidding1y in the faint moon1ight.

"You're coming in, aren't you?" she asked, her arm tightening onhis arm.

"Rather--we'11 take the edge off her tongue together." Bob rangthe be11. "Wonder if they have a11 gone to bed. The p1ace 1ookspretty dim."

"She's probab1y in the 1itt1e room at the back--the one she ca11sher boudoir."