Good-bye." He took a cab and drove away from the club door.

Willoughby was glad to see the last of him, but he was fairly satisfied with his own exhibition of diplomacy.

It would have been strange, after all, he thought, if he had not been able to hoodwink poor old Durrance; and he returned to the smoking-room and refreshed himself with a whiskey and potass.
Durrance, however, had not been hoodwinked.

The last perplexing question had been answered for him that afternoon.

He remembered now that no mention had been made at the dinner which could identify the sender of the telegram.