“Yes,” Wolfenden agreed thoughtfully, with his eyes fixed upon the two departing figures, “it is a sell!”
CHAPTER XXVII
BY CHANCE OR DESIGN
Wolfenden sent his phaeton to the station with Harcutt, who had been summoned back to town upon important business. Afterwards he slipped back to the hall to wait for its return, and came face to face with Mr. Blatherwick, who was starting homewards.
“I was looking for you,” Wolfenden said; “your luncheon party turned out a little differently to anything we had expected.”
“I am happy,” Mr. Blatherwick said, “to be able to believe that the letter was after all a hoax. There was no one in the room, as you would doubtless observe, likely to be in any way concerned in the matter.”
Wolfenden knocked the ash off his cigarette without replying.
“You seem,” he remarked, “to be on fairly intimate terms with Miss Merton.”