“Nothing has happened, of course?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Saunders answered. “You see, with the windows all boarded up, there is practically only the ordinary door to guard, so we feel fairly secure.”
“No one hanging about?” the detective asked. “Mr. Ruff himself, for instance, hasn’t been trying to make your acquaintance?”
“No sign of it, sir,” the man answered. “I saw him pass through the hall yesterday afternoon, as I went off duty, and he was in riding clothes all splashed with mud. I think he has been hunting every day.”
John Dory muttered something between his lips, and turned on his heel.
“How many men have you here, Saunders?” he asked.
“Only two, sir, beside myself,” the man replied.
The detective went round the boarded windows, examining the work carefully until he reached the door.
“I am going to see if I can have a word with his lordship,” he said.
He caught Lord Clenarvon in the act of mounting his horse in the great courtyard.