The young fellow follows him, with a half-amused, half-puzzled air.
"What's it all mean? Why this mystery, my dear boy?" he asks.
Yorke, having got him out of sight and hearing of the three on the tower, faces him, and instead of replying to his question, asks another.
"Was that Finetta with you just now, Vinson?"
"Yes," says Lord Vinson, at once; "of course it was. Didn't you see her, know her?"
Yorke nods curtly.
"Yes. What is she doing here? How did she come here with you?"
"The simplest thing in the world," replies Lord Vinson. "After you'd left me this morning, I was wondering who I should hunt up to come for a sail, when I saw her coming down the street. You might have knocked me down with a feather."
"I dare say. Well?"