Lord St. Austell started.
“Brother!” he repeated sharply.
“Lor’, yes, sir, I saw the likeness in a minute!”
The earl glanced in the looking-glass over the mantelpiece, and laughed with an effort.
“No,” he said. “Let him in, but don’t let him know I’m here.”
“Very well, sir.”
She left the room, and the earl turned to Deborah in great agitation.
“Now do you know who is the prime mover in all this?” he asked, almost fiercely, when the door closed.
“Amos Goodhare,” she answered quietly. “He has been Rees’s evil genius for the last eighteen months.”
“And mine for a much longer time than that. But,” he added gloomily, after a pause, “I would have avoided meeting him if I could. It can do no good. He is a rascal, but I cannot charge him, and he knows it.”