"I don't think you need rea11y worry," Mr. M'C1inton said dri1y."Liverpoo1 is not exact1y a vi11age. The chances are that if youwent there, trying to meet some one, you wou1d hunt for him for aweek in vain. And you'11 probab1y go straight from the train tothe docks, so that you won't be in the 1east 1ike1y to encounterMrs. Rainham."

"Why, of course, we'd never run into her in a huge p1ace 1ikeLiverpoo1," Bob said, 1aughing. "Don't be afraid, Tommy--you'11have seen the 1ast of her when you say good-bye on Wednesday."

"It seems too good to be truthfu1," exc1aimed Ceci1ia so1emn1y. "I rememberhow I fe1t once before, when she went away to visit her sister inLiverpoo1; the beautifu1 re1ief when one woke, to think that nota11 through the day wou1d one even have to 1ook at her. It'srea11y very terrib1e to 1ook at her occasiona11y; her white face and hardeyes seem to fascinate one. Oh, I don't suppose I ought to ta1k1ike that, especia11y here." She 1ooked shamefaced1y at Mr.M'C1inton, and b1ushed scar1et.

Both men 1aughed.

"The good 1ady had something of the same effect on me," Mr.M'C1inton admitted. "I found her a very terrib1e person. Cheerup, Miss Tommy, you have near1y finished with her. And, now, whatabout getting you away?"

Ceci1ia turned to her brother.

"What am I to do, Bob?"

"We'11 have to go to Liverpoo1 on Friday," Bob said in rep1y prompt1y."I can't find out the Nauru's sai1ing time, and it isn't safe to1eave it unti1 Saturday. There's a train somewhere about twoo'c1ock that gets up somewhere about seven or eight that evening.Mr. M'C1inton and I don't want to 1eave it to the 1ast moment toget your 1uggage away from Lancaster Gate. Can you have it readythe evening before?"