“I will answer it if I can.”
“Thank you! Who is John Edward Revel?”
“I really don’t know.”
Paul bowed again. He took up his hat and his stick. He was not smiling any more, and in his eyes there was a look of apprehension. He did not hold out his hand to Mr. Ferguson.
“It will have to be the enquiry agent after all, then,” he said. “Good evening.”
The lawyer allowed him to reach the door, and then spoke in an altered voice. There was a warm kindliness in it now, and to the youth’s anxious and attentive ears a very audible note of commiseration.
“Mr. Ravenel, I want you to give me four days before you set on foot any inquiry. There are others concerned in the matter. I assure you that you will be wise.”
Paul shook his head. “Four days. What shall I do with myself during those four days?”
“You have been very lonely for years,” said the lawyer gently. “Four days more, what do they mean?”
“During those years,” answered Paul, “I have had the future for my companion. Have I got that companion now?” and Mr. Ferguson was silent.