"Just in a minute. May I get—?"
"Never mind anything else. Come to my room."
Roy obeyed at once.
"Shut the door. I have something to say." Ivor motioned the boy to a second chair. "I have just seen Curtis."
The tone was unusual. Roy looked hard at Denham.
"Is something the matter?"
"Yes. Wirion!"—significantly.
"Do tell me."
"Mrs. Curtis was so anxious about this Valenciennes business, that she persuaded her husband to see one of the shop lists."
"I know. Papa said he'd have nothing to do with that way of finding out."