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, and wished her good luck. The Honorable John Ruffin hurried her down the stairs, out of the Temple into Fleet Street, into a taxicab, and they drove off to Waterloo.

As the cab started he said, "Everything has gone right so far. All you've got to do at the station is to stand still, and a policeman will recognize you and take you to Mrs. Hutton. Mrs. Hutton's your maid—you'll call her 'Hutton.' Then you understand what you've got to do is to sit tight, and let the other people do the talking."

"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly.

"Marion's a fairly silent child, I believe, so no one will notice any change," he said thoughtfully. "And if she isn't there, as a test, they'll hardly see that she has suddenly—very suddenly—grown much better looking."

"No, sir," said Pollyooly.

"But of course you won't be able to keep silent all the time; and when you do have to speak, give yourself airs—plenty of airs. Remember that you're no longer my housekeeper, but Lady Marion Ricksborough," he said earnestly.