Lady Caroom shuddered.
"The only dwelling-house for fifty miles," she repeated. "What hideous misanthropy."
"There was no doubt about it," Lacroix declared, smiling. "My Indian guide, who knew every inch of the country, told me so many times. I can assure you that Lord Arranmore, whom I am very pleased to meet again, was a very different person in those days."
The butler glided up from the background.
"Luncheon is served in the small dining-room, Sir George," he announced.
* * * * *
Molyneux and Brooks drove in together to Medchester, and the former was disposed—for him to be talkative.
"Queer thing about Lacroix turning up," he remarked. "I fancy our host looked a bit staggered."
"It was enough to surprise him," Brooks answered. "From Lake Ono to
Medchester is a long way."
Molyneux nodded.