Peter pointed to a sentence at the end of the list. “May be viewed the two days preceding the Sale from 10 to 5 o’clock. That’s to-day and to-morrow. What do you say to me running along and having a glance at the particular stuff Stewart wants?”
“Just what I was on the point of suggesting, Peter. You’ve taken the very words from my mouth.”
“To-day or to-morrow?”
“Please yourself—but it’s a nice morning—why not take advantage of it—have an early lunch and pop up West afterwards?”
“A pleasing prospect,” exclaimed Peter. “Life seems a little brighter.”
Linnell smiled—then waved him away. “That’s settled then.”
He strolled back to his own room and looked at his watch. “Don’t see any just cause or impediment why I shouldn’t get along at once and see about that lunch,” he said to himself. “Plunkett!” He went to his door and called down the corridor.
“Yes, Mr. Daventry.” Plunkett appeared in the distance and laboriously made his way to answer to the call.
“I’m going out, Plunkett. Mr. Linnell will be here if anything should be wanted. That’s all. You needn’t trouble to come in.”
Plunkett bowed his understanding and reëntered his daily cell.