‘Mr. Redgrave is here now,’ Teresa said, at the same time seating herself, ‘because I asked him to come.’
‘When did you ask him, girl?’
‘I went to London in the Décauville to Mr. Redgrave’s office, and——’
‘You went to London alone?’
The old man sprang up thunderously, and the newspaper fell out of his pocket. Richard quietly picked it up from the floor. It was that day’s Westminster Gazette.
‘Bridget went with me,’ said Teresa, quailing before her father’s outburst.
It was evident from both their respective demeanours that Mr. Craig’s temper was not one of absolute serenity.
‘Bridget!’ sneered Raphael. ‘You went down to London to ask Mr. Redgrave to come up to Hockliffe?’
‘I went to ask him to abandon his inquiries.’
‘But still, you brought him back with you?’