“Well, I daresay it’s no affair of ours. It’s best to mind one’s own business. That’s what God’s so good at⁠ ⁠… minding His own business! Seen Urquhart anywhere?”

“I was with him just now. Monk drove him over.”

Jason Otter’s face expressed panic.

“Is that man here?” he whispered.

Wolf had already remarked how oddly Jason’s fits of mortal terror assorted with the monumental dignity of his grim and massive countenance.

“Why not? I understand he gave a lift to your old Mrs. Stone. You ought to be grateful to him.”

“Urquhart pays him to spy on me, and one day he’ll beat me like a black dog!”