"I suppose," said Braid, "in a big estate like this there must be a good deal of business to be done?"
"I don't think that takes him much time," said the other. "He keeps his accounts and his cashbox in the bungalow, it is true, but he is much more interested in the ancient histories of India and Asia than in Friar's Court. He's a member of the Royal Society, you know, and that's a very great honour."
"He's a fine gentleman!" said Braid, as if that clinched the matter once and for all.
They walked on in silence for some minutes, and presently came to the drive. It was then that they heard the sound of the wheels of a dog-cart driving towards the house.
"That's Captain von Hardenberg," said Braid.
"I expect so," said the other. "His train must have been late. There'll be three of us to shoot to-morrow."
Braid did not answer. Harry glanced at him quickly.
"You don't seem pleased," he said.
"To tell the truth, sir," said Braid, after a brief pause, "I'm not. Captain von Hardenberg and I don't get on very well together."
"How's that?"