"There is no time to be lost. The sooner we strike the better." He turned to Tuppence. "Is Mrs. Vandemeyer dining out to-night, do you know?"
"Yes, I think so, but she will not be out late. Otherwise, she would have taken the latchkey."
"Good. I will call upon her about ten o'clock. What time are you supposed to return?"
"About nine-thirty or ten, but I could go back earlier."
"You must not do that on any account. It might arouse suspicion if you did not stay out till the usual time. Be back by nine-thirty. I will arrive at ten. Mr. Hersheimmer will wait below in a taxi perhaps."
"He's got a new Rolls-Royce car," said Tuppence with vicarious pride.
"Even better. If I succeed in obtaining the address from her, we can go there at once, taking Mrs. Vandemeyer with us if necessary. You understand?"
"Yes." Tuppence rose to her feet with a skip of delight. "Oh, I feel so much better!"
"Don't build on it too much, Miss Tuppence. Go easy."
Julius turned to the lawyer.
"Say, then. I'll call for you in the car round about nine-thirty. Is that right?"
"Perhaps that will be the best plan. It would be unnecessary to have two cars waiting about. Now, Miss Tuppence, my advice to you is to go and have a good dinner, a really good one, mind. And don't think ahead more than you can help.
