However long Radmore lives, he will never forget that strange drive through the autumn night.

Fortunately, from the two conspirators' point of view, there were only old-fashioned stables at Old Place, and Radmore's car was kept in the village in a barn which had been cleverly transformed by the blacksmith into a rough garage.
While he dressed, and, indeed, after he joined the boy downstairs, he had puzzled over Timmy--over the mixture of cruelty and kindness the child had shown that evening.

He could not but recall, with a feeling of discomfort, the simple, innocent way in which the boy had explained why he wanted to take his cat, Josephine, into the drawing-room--really to do a kindness to the mistress of The Trellis House! It was somewhat disagreeable to reflect how he, Radmore, who rather prided himself on his knowledge of human nature, had been taken in.
Off the two started at last, creeping out of one of the back doors.

But in his agitation over the business of getting the cat and her kittens safely out of Old Place, Timmy had forgotten to put on a coat.

They were halfway down the avenue before Radmore noticed that the boy was shivering, and then, mindful of Janet, he ordered him to go back and get the warmest coat he could.
And then, while he waited impatiently in the avenue, Radmore visualised the extraordinary scene which had taken place in the drawing-room last evening.