"You'll see after him, won't you? And if he wants me, just call over."
"I'm sure he won't want you. A few home remedies——"
And Peter went through the door. Stryker had appeared mysteriously from somewhere and had already preceded his master up the stair. When Peter reached the landing, McGuire was standing alone in the dark, leaning against the wall, his gaze on the lighted bedroom which, the valet was carefully examining.
"What is it, sir?" asked Peter coolly. "You thought you saw something?"
"Yes—out there—on the side portico——"
"You must be mistaken—unless it was one of the watchmen——"
"No, no. I saw——"
"What, sir?"
"No matter. Do you think Peggy noticed?"
"Just that you didn't seem quite yourself——"