"I am glad to see you, Fane," said Calvert, pushing forward a chair. "Sit down. I hope you don't mind Mr. Tracey being present? You met him at the inquest, I believe?"
"We saw one another," said Fane. "I hope you are well, Mr. Tracey?"
"I thank you, sir," said Luther gravely, "I am well. And you?"
"Pretty well," said Fane fretfully; "but this murder has given me a lot of anxiety. Not a pleasant thing to happen in one's house."
"By no means, sir," replied Tracey, with a puzzled glance at Calvert. "Is it true that you are moving, as I have been informed by Miss Gerty B., the lady I'm engaged to?"
"Yes; I suppose Miss Mason told her. My wife doesn't like the place now that it has such a bad reputation. We intend to go abroad for a time to Switzerland."
"You'll miss your yachting," said Arnold, who was taking some papers out of his desk.
"I don't think I'll yacht any more," said Fane gloomily; "my sea days are over."
"Did you yacht much?" asked Tracey.
"A lot. I sometimes stopped away for a couple of months."