Moreland gave an order to one of his men and Tom was detached from his companions and brought forward well out of earshot. The Yard men knew better than to question the three together.

“You’re the man who posed as Larry’s valet?” said Labar.

“I was Mr. Hughes’ body servant, sir,” corrected Tom, mildly.

“Where is he now?”

The valet shook his head. “I know no more than you do, sir. He has vanished.”

“So it seems. He’s put you in the cart, anyway⁠—you and your pals. What are you going to do about it? He’s doubled-crossed you. I suppose you realise that?”