“Go and look at it, sir,” Anderson answered, smiling.
I did so and examined it closely. There were no bolts, but it was fastened with a particularly strong patent lock.
“Who keeps the key?” I inquired.
“Mr. Ravenor, sir. I haven’t got one at all. You were saying something about a message?”
“Yes. Mr. Ravenor was annoyed with you for letting Lady Silchester through, but he has decided to overlook it this time. You need not go up to the Castle for your money.”
The man was evidently pleased.
“I’m sure I’m very much obliged to you, sir,” he said warmly. “That’s good news and no mistake. It isn’t a place that one would care to lose.”
“Well, good night, Anderson. Oh, I say,” I added, turning back on a sudden impulse, “how long is it since Mr. Marx was here?”
Anderson looked puzzled.
“Mr. Marx, sir! Why, I haven’t seen him all day!”