"Will you try some oatmeal, Hume?" asked Sir Charles Venner, who had taken the head of the table.
"No, thank you."
"Then, some ham and eggs?"
"Please."
Beudant entered the room. "The grave is dug, master," he announced.
I looked at Sir Charles. He was biting his under lip, and curiously regarding me.
"Whose?" I demanded.
"Yours and Lady Dagmar's!" he replied with a sneer.
I looked at Marion. She was calmly eating her breakfast.
"This is some ghastly joke!" I cried.