"Not at all, old man. Here's good luck to you," answered Tommy, filling his glass.
Reg did not reply, but going to the door, he locked it, and put the key in his pocket. Tommy looked on in amazement. The little man had not much pluck, and he felt his knees tremble.
"What's the joke, old chap!" he asked, in a voice intended to be jocular.
"Thomas Thomas, listen to me. Amy Johnson is dead."
"Dead!" gasped Tommy, upsetting his glass in astonishment.
"Yes, she is dead. Your friend Wyck murdered her."
"Murdered her!"
"Yes, murdered her," reiterated Reg.
"My God, old chap, I'm——"
"Silence!" cried Reg, in a stern voice. "You were the man who introduced her to him, and it is to you I look for some explanation. Who is this Villiers Wyckliffe, and what is his power?"