“And what of Kennyfeck,—has he had any conversations with him on business?”
“None, sir; I have strictly followed your orders, and never admitted him.”
“Lord Charles Frobisher was a large winner t'other night?” said Linton, after a pause.
“Yes, sir, so I heard them say at supper, and Mr. Cashel first gave a check and then changed his mind, and I saw him hand over a heavy sum in notes.”
“Indeed!” muttered Linton to himself; “and my worthy friend Charley did not confess this to me. Have you taken care that the people don't send in their bills and accounts, as I mentioned?”
“Yes, sir; with few exceptions, nothing of the kind comes.”
“What brought that Mr. Clare Jones so frequently of late?”
“He came twice in Mr. Downie Meek's carriage, sir, but sat all the while outside, while Mr. Meek was with my master; the third day, however, he was sent for to come in, and spent nearly an hour in the study.”
“Well, what took place?”
“I could only hear part of the conversation, sir, as I feared I might be sent for. The subject was a seat in Parliament, which Mr. Cashel owns, and that Mr. Meek is desirous of procuring for Jones.”