"Yes, mum," replied Dentham, casting a flickering look on it from under his white eyelashes. "I saw the advertisement about Mr. Adrian Lancaster and came to see about it."
"What do you know about Mr. Lancaster?" asked Teddy sharply.
Dentham shot a sudden glance of suspicion at the young man, and then assumed a cringing, fawning air which made Teddy long to kick him.
"Not much, sir," he replied in his silky voice, "but I do know a little."
"Tell us what you know," said Olive quickly.
Having laid down his hat and the brown paper parcel, Dentham's hands were free, and he made use of the opportunity of rubbing them slowly together, speaking meanwhile in a deprecating tone.
"I think, mum, there was some mention of a reward."
"The reward will be forthcoming if your information prove to be of any use."
"And the amount, mum?" began the valet, still washing his hands with invisible soap and water.
"Will depend entirely on the information," replied Olive disdainfully.