Why not make his next stage The Lash?
"Hang it, the Baron has had such a good innings that he can scarcely grudge me a short knock," he said to himself.

"He can wait for me at Perth or somewhere." And, ringing the bell, he wrote and promptly despatched this brief telegram: "Delighted.

Shall spend to-night in passing.

Bunker." Hardly was this point settled when the footman re-entered to inform him that Mr.Maddison's motor car was at the door waiting to convey him without delay to Lincoln Lodge.

Accompanying this announcement came the Silver King's card bearing the words, "Please come and see me at once." The Count stroked his chin, and lit a cigarette.
"There is something fresh in the wind," thought he.
In the course of his forty-miles-an-hour rush through the odors of pine woods, he had time to come to a pretty correct conclusion regarding the business before him, and was thus enabled to adopt the mien most suitable to the contingency when he found himself ushered into the presence of the millionaire and his son.