“There’s going to be real trouble here to-night,” he said, and told him the arrangement he had made with Mr. Johnson Lee. “I’ve tried to persuade him to let me see the letter which is in his safe, but he is like rock on that matter, and I’d hate to burgle the safe of a friend. Listen.”
Elijah Washington listened and whistled.
“They stopped the lawyer coming,” Gonsalez went on, “and now they’re mortally scared if, in his absence, the old man tells us what he intended keeping for his lawyer.”
“Meadows is going to London, isn’t he?”
Leon nodded slowly.
“Yes, he is going to London—by car. Did you know all the servants were going out to-night?”
Mr. Washington stared at him.
“The women, you mean?”
“The women and the men,” said Leon calmly. “There is an excellent concert at Brightlingsea to-night, and though they will be late for the first half of the performance, they will thoroughly enjoy the latter portion of the programme. The invitation is not mine, but it is one I thoroughly approve.”
“But does Meadows want to go away when the fun is starting?”