r one of them. Dull little thing, I should think."

Andrew said nothing. He was looking out of the window upon Pall Mall,
but his eyes saw a little sandy hillock with blades of sprouting grass.
Behind, the lavender-streaked marsh; in front, the yellow sands and the
rippling sea. The sun seemed to warm his cheeks, the salt wind blew in
his face. Westerham wondered for a moment what his friend saw in the
grey flagged street to bring that faint reminiscent smile to his lips.

A messenger from the hall outside came in, and respectfully addressed
the Duke.

"Your Grace is wanted upon the telephone," he announced.

The Duke excused himself. He was absent only for a few minutes, and
when he returned and took his place he leaned over towards Andrew.

"My message was from the detective," he said. "He wants to see me. In
fact, he is coming round here directly."

CHAPTER II

Cecil came face to face with his brother in the room where refreshments
were being dispensed by solemn-looking footmen and trim parlour-maids.
He stared at him for a moment in surprise.

"What on earth are you doing here, Andrew?" he asked.

"Exactly what I was wondering myself," Andrew answered, setting down
his empty glass. "I met Bellamy Smith this afternoon in Bond Street,
and he asked me to dine, without saying anything about this sort of
show afterwards. By the by, Cecil," he added, "what are you doing in
town? I thought you said that you were not coming up until the late
autumn."

"No more I am, for any length of time," Cecil answered. "I am up for
the day, back to-morrow. There were one or two things I wanted, and it
was easier to come up and see about them than to write."

"Is Forrest still with you?" Andrew asked.

Cecil hesitated, and his brother had an unpleasant conviction that for
a moment he was uncertain whether to tell the truth or no.

"Yes!" Cecil answered, "he is still there. I know you don't like him,
Andrew, but he really isn't a bad sort, and he's quite a sportsman."

"Does he play cards with you?" Andrew asked.

"Never even suggested it," Cecil declared eagerly. "Fact is, we're out
shooting all day, duck shooting, or fishing, or motoring, and we go to
bed soon after dinner."

"You can't come to much harm at that," Andrew admitted. "By the by, do
you know that Engleton has never turned up?"

"I have heard so," Cecil admitted. "I am not so surprised."

"Why not?" Andrew asked.

Cecil raised his eyebrows in a