A servant entered with a card.
This he took directly to ‘the Duke.’
The youth glanced at it and frowned.
“Say I’m not here,” he said.
The servant bowed and turned away.
“Stop,” said Nicholas John.
The servant hesitated, and a hush fell upon the room.
“Bring me that card.”
With an apologetic glance at ‘Culloden,’ the fellow did as he was bid.
Nicholas picked up the card and read the name.