Sir John wrinkled his brows in thought.
"You saw him? Did you ever see a man like him? I am bewildered and baffled. Poor Sault, and yet why 'poor'? Poor world, I think, to lose a soul as great as his."
"He is also a murderer," said Ronnie with gentle sarcasm. "He has brutally killed two men—"
"There is nothing brutal in Ambrose Sault," Sir John checked himself. "I go back by the last train. I am dining with the judge in his lodgings and he told me I might bring you along."
"Thank you, I've a lot of work to do," said Ronnie so hastily that the other searched his face.
"I suppose you are alone here?"
"Quite—the truth is, I promised to drive with a friend of mine."
"A man?"
Lola came through the big doors at that moment.
"I was looking for you, Ronnie—my dear, I am bored to tears—"