"Certainly. He was my agent for a short time in Medchester."
Mr. Hennibul, who was one of the men sitting round, doubled his copy of
Verity up and beat the air with it.
"I knew I'd heard the name," he exclaimed. "Why, I've met him down at
Enton. Nice-looking young fellow."
Arranmore nodded.
"Yes. That was Brooks."
Mr. Hennibul's face beamed.
"Great Scott, what a haul!" he exclaimed. "Why, you've got old
Lavilette on toast—you've got him for suing damages too. If this is
why Brooks has been hanging back—just to let him go far enough—by
Jove, he's a smart chap."
"I don't fancy Brooks has any idea of the sort," Lord Arranmore answered. "All the same I think that Lavilette must be stopped and made to climb down."
Curiously enough he met Brooks the same afternoon in Lady Caroom's drawing-room.
"This is fortunate," he remarked. "I wished for a few minutes' conversation with you."