“No, sir. Nobody to my knowledge.”
“Oh, well; that quite settles it. By the way, only yesterday afternoon poor Mr. Stanworth was asking me to do him a favour the next time I went for a walk. It was to call in and see someone called Prince for him, and——”
“Prince?” Mrs. William interrupted with unexpected energy. “Don’t you go going anywhere near him, sir.”
“Why not?” Roger asked eagerly, flashing a look of triumph at Alec.
Mrs. William hesitated. “You do mean Prince, sir? John?”
“Yes, John; that’s right. Why mustn’t I go anywhere near him?”
“Because he’s dangerous, sir,” said Mrs. William vehemently. “Downright dangerous! In fact”—she lowered her voice significantly—“it’s my opinion that he’s a little mad.”
“Mad?” Roger echoed in surprise. “Oh, come; I don’t think that can be the case, can it?”
“Well, look how he went for Mr. Stanworth that time, sir. You know about that, of course?”
Roger hurriedly checked a whistle. “I’ve heard something about it,” he said glibly. “Er—attacked him, didn’t he?”