“Anyone I know?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Who is it, pray?”
“Katherine Wilton.”
Garstang’s eyes contracted, and he gazed at his stepson for some moments in silence. Then a contemptuous smile dawned upon his lip.
“I was not aware that you were so ambitious, Harry. But the lady?”
“Oh, that will be all right.”
“Indeed! May I ask when you saw her last?”
“Yesterday evening at dinner.”
“You have been down to Northwood?”