“Lizzie,” said Fledgeby, looking at the fire again, and then looking up. “Humph, Lizzie. You didn’t tell me the other name in your garden atop of the house. I’ll be more communicative with you. The other name’s Hexam.”

Riah bent his head in assent.

“Look here, you sir,” said Fledgeby. “I have a notion I know something of the inveigling chap, the powerful one. Has he anything to do with the law?”

“Nominally, I believe it his calling.”

“I thought so. Name anything like Lightwood?”

“Sir, not at all like.”

“Come, old ’un,” said Fledgeby, meeting his eyes with a wink, “say the name.”

“Wrayburn.”