Wolf swung round and observed to his surprise the tall figure of Roger Monk advancing towards them across the field.

“It’s something for you. It’s something about you,” said Jason, hurriedly. “I think I’ll walk round the pond.”

“Why do that?” protested Wolf. “There’ll be no secret about it, even if it is for me.”

“He’ll like to find you alone best. These servants of these landowners always do,” replied the other. “Besides, Mr. Urquhart hates me. He knows I know what he is. He’s not a common kind of fool. He likes having good meals and good wine, but he’s ready to risk all that for I don’t know what!”

“I tell you I have no secrets with Urquhart,” rejoined Wolf. “There’s absolutely no need for you to leave us.”