"Good God!" murmured Colonel Harris.
"They have shut up all the rooms, except the library where Uncle Rad and Philip have their meals when they are at home. But they lunch and dine at their club mostly."
"What club do they go to? I called in at the Atheneum last night, thinking to find Radclyffe there, but the hall porter told me that he never went there now."
"No. He and Philip have joined some new club in Shaftesbury Avenue—The Veterans' I think it is called."
"Some low, mixed-up kind of place! Old Radclyffe must be out of his senses!"
"He likes it, so he tells me, because people don't come and bother him there."
"I should think not indeed. I wouldn't set foot in such a place."
"He goes there most evenings, and so does Philip—and it's so bad for Uncle Rad to be out late these foggy nights."
"You ought to make an effort and stop it, Luke."
"I have made many efforts, sir. But, as a matter of fact, I had made up my mind to make a final one to-night. Uncle Rad ought to go abroad, and I thought I would try to impress this on Philip. He can't be a bad man."