A Damsel in Distress | Page 6

and its problem.
"Reggie!"
Reggie turned.
"Hullo, Maud, dear old thing. Take a seat."
Maud sat down beside him. There was a flush on her pretty face, and
when she spoke her voice quivered with suppressed excitement.
"Reggie," she said, laying a small hand on his arm. "We're friends,
aren't we?"
Reggie patted her back paternally. There were few people he liked
better than Maud.
"Always have been since the dear old days of childhood, what!"
"I can trust you, can't I?"
"Absolutely!"
"There's something I want you to do for me, Reggie. You'll have to

keep it a dead secret of course."
"The strong, silent man. That's me. What is it?"
"You're driving into town in your car this afternoon, aren't you, to meet
Percy?"
"That was the idea."
"Could you go this morning instead--and take me?"
"Of course."
Maud shook her head.
"You don't know what you are letting yourself in for, Reggie, or I'm
sure you wouldn't agree so lightly. I'm not allowed to leave the castle,
you know, because of what I was telling you about."
"The chappie?"
"Yes. So there would be terrible scenes if anybody found out."
"Never mind, dear old soul. I'll risk it. None shall learn your secret
from these lips."
"You're a darling, Reggie."
"But what's the idea? Why do you want to go today particularly?"
Maud looked over her shoulder.
"Because--" She lowered her voice, though there was no one near.
"Because he is back in London! He's a sort of secretary, you know,
Reggie, to his uncle, and I saw in the paper this morning that the uncle
returned yesterday after a long voyage in his yacht. So--he must have
come back, too. He has to go everywhere his uncle goes."
"And everywhere the uncle went, the chappie was sure to go!"

murmured Reggie. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."
"I must see him. I haven't seen him since last summer--nearly a whole
year! And he hasn't written to me, and I haven't dared to write to him,
for fear of the letter going wrong. So, you see, I must go. Today's my
only chance. Aunt Caroline has gone away. Father will be busy in the
garden, and won't notice whether I'm here or not. And, besides,
tomorrow it will be too late, because Percy will be here. He was more
furious about the thing than anyone."
"Rather the proud aristocrat, Percy," agreed Reggie. "I understand
absolutely. Tell me just what you want me to do."
"I want you to pick me up in the car about half a mile down the road.
You can drop me somewhere in Piccadilly. That will be near enough to
where I want to go. But the most important thing is about Percy. You
must persuade him to stay and dine in town and come back here after
dinner. Then I shall be able to get back by an afternoon train, and no
one will know I've been gone."
"That's simple enough, what? Consider it done. When do you want to
start?"
"At once."
"I'll toddle round to the garage and fetch the car." Reggie chuckled
amusedly. "Rum thing! The mater's just been telling me I ought to take
you for a drive."
"You are a darling, Reggie, really!"
Reggie gave her back another paternal pat.
"I know what it means to be in love, dear old soul. I say, Maud, old
thing, do you find love puts you off your stroke? What I mean is, does
it make you slice your approach-shots?"
Maud laughed.

"No. It hasn't had any effect on my game so far. I went round in
eighty-six the other day."
Reggie sighed enviously.
"Women are wonderful!" he said. "Well, I'll be legging it and fetching
the car. When you're ready, stroll along down the road and wait for
me."
* * *
When he had gone Maud pulled a small newspaper clipping from her
pocket. She had extracted it from yesterday's copy of the Morning
Post's society column. It contained only a few words:
"Mr. Wilbur Raymond has returned to his residence at No. 11a
Belgrave Square from a prolonged voyage in his yacht, the Siren."
Maud did not know Mr. Wilbur Raymond, and yet that paragraph had
sent the blood tingling through every vein in her body. For as she had
indicated to Reggie, when the Wilbur Raymonds of this world return to
their town residences, they bring with them their nephew and secretary,
Geoffrey Raymond. And Geoffrey Raymond was the man Maud had
loved ever since the day when she had met him in Wales.
CHAPTER 2.
The sun that had shone so brightly on Belpher Castle at noon, when
Maud and Reggie Byng set out on their journey, shone on the
West-End of London with equal pleasantness at two o'clock.