There was a laugh at this, but Mr. Rolleston disdained to notice the interruption.
"The only advantage of five o'clock tea," he went on, "is, that it brings people together, and one hears what's going on."
"Ah, yes, Rolleston," said Mr. Frettlby, who was looking at him with an amused smile. "What news have you?"
"Good news, bad news, and such news as you have never heard of," quoted Rolleston gravely. "Yes, I have a bit of news—haven't you heard it?"
Rolleston felt he held sensation in his hands. There was nothing he liked better.
"Well, do you know," he said, gravely fixing in his eye-glass, "they have found out the name of the fellow who was murdered in the hansom cab."
"Never!" cried every one eagerly.
"Yes," went on Rolleston, "and what's more, you all know him."
"It's never Whyte?" said Brian, in a horrified tone.
"Hang it, how did you know?" said Rolleston, rather annoyed at being forestalled. "Why, I just heard it at the St. Kilda station."