“Didn’t Darnley come any of the way with you?” This was said with such a querulous, suspicious accent that Wolf looked him straight in the face.

“They didn’t even know I had left the house,” he remarked sternly.

Mr. Urquhart glanced at the door through which the servant had vanished.

“I told him to lay three places,” he remarked. “I made sure they wouldn’t let you come alone.”

Wolf, at this, lifted one of his thick eyebrows; and a flicker of a smile crossed his mouth.

“Would you like me to run over and fetch him?” he said.

“What’s that, eh? Fetch him? Did you say fetch him? Of course not! Come, come. Let’s go in. Monk will have everything ready by now. Come along. This is the way.”