"Do you think he has seen it?"
"Not he! Do you think he would sit like that?" retorted the other man.
"Then—then we ought to break it to him, eh?" said Vinson. "By George! I don't half like the job. Here, you come with me!"
They both approached the table, and Yorke nodded to the other man, but did not extend a warmer greeting.
"Not in Scotland, old man?" said Vinson, quaking a little.
"What do you mean?" demanded Yorke, glaring at him. "I'm here, as you see."
"Not even yachting? Er—er—when did you see Lord Eustace last—your uncle, you know?"
Yorke looked from one to the other as if he thought they had lost their senses.
"What?" he said, impatiently. "When did I see—Why do you ask?"
"Oh, show it to him!" said Vinson, desperately. "I told you I should mull it!"