“Are you known to Sir Within, Fisk? Has he seen you at the Castle?”
“Not to know me, Sir; he never notices any of us at all. Yates, his man, knows me.”
“Yates is not with him. He has got a French valet who lived with him some years ago, and so I was thinking, perhaps, the best way to serve you would be to take you myself. What do you say to it?”
“I’m ever grateful, Sir, to you. I couldn’t wish for anything better.”
“It will be pleasanter than ‘Clichy,’ at all events, Fisk, and there’s no doubt the police here will look out for you when they discover you were in Mr. Ladarelle’s service.”
“And am I safe here, Sir?”
“You’ll be safe, because we leave here to-morrow. So come over here after breakfast, and we’ll settle everything. By the way, I’d not go near Mr. Ladarelle if I were you; you can’t be of use to him, and it’s as well to take care of yourself.”
“I was just thinking that same, Sir; not to say that if that fellow O’Rorke saw me, it’s just as likely he’d say I was one of the gang.”
“Quite so. Be here about twelve or one, not later.”
“What do you think about my money, Sir—the loan to Mr. Dolly, I mean?”