"Here."
"But would it not be better to wait until he returns to London, my Lord?"
"And give him more time to--" he broke off. "We act here, at once!"
Lord Ronsdale again seated himself; his face had regained its hard mask; he motioned the other man to draw his chair closer. "I'll tell you how to proceed."
CHAPTER XII
FESTIVITIES
The windows in Strathorn House shone bright; from within came the sound of music; in the billiard room, adjoining the spacious hall, a number of persons were smoking, playing, or watching the dancers. At one of the tables two men had about finished a game; by the skilful stroke of him who showed the better score, the balls clicked briskly, separated, and came together once more.
"Enough to go out with!" The player, Captain Forsythe, counted his score. "Shall we say another, Steele?"