"Suppose you appoint me arbitrator," Gilbert suggested.
I shook my head.
"I cannot, Gilbert," I answered. "As I have said, the issue is between Lord Polloch and myself, and I hope to Heaven that Lord Polloch is in the right, or there will be trouble."
"You are extraordinarily mysterious," Gilbert remarked.
"I must seem so," I answered, "I cannot help it. Have a drink, Gilbert, and wish me God speed!"
"Are you off back to Medchestershire to-night?" Gilbert asked.
I shook my head.
"No! but I thought of running over to the States next week."
Gilbert laid down his cigar, and looked at me anxiously.
"Have you seen a doctor lately, Hardross?" he asked.