He gazed at me steadily for a few seconds, and then his look softened.
"By God I will!" he said, as he held out his hand.
"Now tell me," I said "what can I do to keep in touch with you. I must go back to Cruden in the morning. It is necessary." This was in answer to his questioning look. "It is the first step in my doing as you wish." I knew that Marjory would send to me, if at all, to Cruden. "But tell me how or where I can wire you in case we are not within hail." For answer he pulled out of his pocket a bundle of "priority" telegrams addressed to the United States Embassy in London.
"Take them and use them as may be required. I am in constant touch with the Embassy and they will know where to find me. How will I find you?"
"Send to me care of Post-office, Cruden Bay," I said, "I shall keep you advised of wherever I may be." With that we said good night.
"I shall see you in the morning," he said as he went out.
