"Would there be anything else tonight, my lord?" inquired the footman, tactfully.
"A large brandy and soda, Falcon."
"Very good, my lord."
In a few moments the tray was brought in.
"Thank you, Falcon."
"I have cut some sandwiches for you, my lord."
"Thank you."
"Is there nothing else, my lord?"
Essenden picked up his glass and looked at it under the light.
"Have there been any callers today?"