Young Dick Cameron walked out of Ronnie's room, blew out the candle he carried, and replaced the candlestick on a little ornamental bracket.
Aubrey followed, inwardly fuming.
If Dick had been at the top of the tree, the first opinion procurable from Harley Street, W., his manner could hardly have been more authoritative, his instructions more peremptory.
"Upstart!" said Aubrey to himself. "Insolent Jackanapes!"
When Dick Cameron reached the outer door his cap was on the back of his head, his hands were thrust deep into his coat pockets.
"Good-evening," he said. "Excuse my long intrusion. I shall be immensely obliged if you will let me have a wire reporting your safe arrival, and a letter, later on, with details as to Ronnie's state. I put my address on the paper I gave you just now, with the name of the man Mrs. West must call in."
Dick crossed the great entrance-hall, and ran lightly down the stone steps.
Aubrey heard the street door close behind him.
Then he shut and double locked his own flat.
"Upstart!" he said. "Jackanapes! Insolent fool!"