It was a surprising question. Manfred bent forward as though he had not heard aright.
“The Four——?”
“The Four Just Men—three, as a matter of fact. I’d like to get in touch with those birds.”
Manfred nodded.
“I think I have heard of them,” he said.
“They’re in England now somewhere. They’ve got a pardon: I saw that in the Cape Times—the bit I tore the advertisement from.”
“The last I heard of them, they were in Spain,” said Manfred, and walked round the table and opened the door. “Why do you wish to get in touch with them?”
“Because,” said Mr. Barberton impressively, “the crowd are scared of ’em—that’s why.”
Manfred walked with his visitor to the landing.
“You have omitted one important piece of information,” he said with a smile, “but I did not intend your going until you told me. What is your address?”