Peter. (Advancing to Carve.) Mr. Shawn, I presume?
Carve. (Glancing helplessly at Janet.) But this isn't the doctor?
Peter. (Volubly.) Admitted! Admitted! I'm only his brother—a journalist. I'm on the Courier and the Mercury and several other Worgan papers. One of our chaps failed to get into this room this morning, so I came along to try what I could do. You see what I've done.
[70]Janet. Well, I never came across such a set of people in my life.
Peter. (Aside to Looe.) Is he in service here, or what?
Looe. Mr. Shawn was Mr. Carve's secretary and companion, not his valet.
Peter. (Puzzled, but accepting the situation.) Ah! So much the better. Now, Mr. Shawn, can you tell me authoritatively whether shortly before his death Mr. Carve was engaged to be married under romantic circumstances to a lady of high rank?
Honoria. Indeed!
Carve. Who told you that?
Peter. Then he was!