"I am," said Harry, looking the other in the face, and yet reflecting its pallor.
"You'll be still more surprised when you hear what I've come to tell you. Ain't you going to ask me in?"
"Come in by all means, if you wish," said Harry, coldly.
"I do wish," was the answer. "Are you alone?"
"Absolutely," said Harry, as he closed the door and led the way into the sitting-room.
"I thought you lived with your mother?"
"She is away."
"Do you keep a servant?"
"Yes."
"Not next door, I hope?" said Scrafton, tapping the wall to gauge its thickness.