At the mention of the word time, Jimmy’s eyes rose to the clock and he uttered an exclamation of astonishment. He rose and opened the door.

“Stevens.”

“Yes, sir?”

“What about a spot of lunch, Stevens? Could it be managed?”

“I anticipated that it would be required, sir. Mrs. Stevens has made preparations accordingly.”

“That’s a wonderful man,” said Jimmy, as he returned, heaving a sigh of relief. “Brain, you know. Sheer brain. He takes correspondence courses. I sometimes wonder if they’d do any good to me.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Loraine.