He hesitated for a moment. He was evidently desirous of knowing why I had uttered that exclamation. I did not choose to satisfy him.
“I thought you made some remark,” he said. “What was it?”
“It was nothing,” I told him. “You are in a hurry, I think you said. Don’t let me keep you.”
He pocketed the envelope and strode away. Alice came out of the low window to me, looking after him with wide-open eyes.
“What an extraordinary man!” she exclaimed.
But I did not answer her immediately, I had found something else to think about. There was no possibility of any mistake. The handwriting upon the envelope which Mr. Deville had dropped was the same as that which had summoned my father to London.
CHAPTER VI
THE MILLIONAIRE
On the Thursday following my father’s departure for London Lady Naselton sent her carriage for me, and a note marked urgent. It contained only a few lines, evidently written in a hurry.