“What’s your meaning, Mr. Warburton?”

“I am come, my lord, to inform you that the Earl, your father, died a month since.”

The blue eyes widened, grew of a sudden hard, and narrowed again.

“Is that really so? Well, well! Apoplexy, I make no doubt?”

The lawyer’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

“No, Master Jack; my lord died of heart failure.”

“Say you so? Dear me! But will you not be seated, sir? In a moment my servant will have induced the chef to serve dinner. You will honour me, I trust?”

The lawyer murmured his thanks and sat down on the settle, watching the other with puzzled eyes.