"No, of course not."
"And we have not left the room? No railroad trip, eh?"
"Thank you," said the baronet. "May I have a cup of coffee?"
What reply this preposterous demand would have invited will never be known, for at that moment a knock came upon the door and Joyce asked if Sir Richard could see Mr. Flynt.
"I must see him!" said Mortmain.
"Oh, very well!" laughed Crisp. "You're getting better rapidly."
Flynt entered with a breezy manner which he allowed himself to assume only when something really desirable had definitely occurred.
"Good morning, Sir Penniston! Good morning, Sir Richard!" he remarked without sitting down. "I really had to come in and tell you the good news. The executors have just read Lord Russell's will——"
"Mr. Flynt! Mr. Flynt!" interrupted Sir Penniston.