“It’s a big story,” said the old lady below her breath, as she shook hands in the most cold and limp manner ever perpetrated by woman. “Is your arm bad?” she said aloud.
“Slipped on a glacier. Nothing very much. Got your letter, Mr Hampton, and came on at once. Nothing wrong, is there?”
The old lawyer coughed.
“Rather a mysterious document. ‘Come on at once; important business.’ Why, hang it all, sir, you haven’t found a later will, have you?”
“No, sir,” said the lawyer coldly, “it is not that.”
“Well, I am on the tip-toe of expectation. What is it? But where’s George?”
There was no reply, and Saul looked from one to the other wonderingly.
“Not been up to his games, has he? Another touch of DT?”
“No, sir; there has been nothing of that kind, unless it was unknown to us, and it prompted him to behave as he did.”
“Great Heavens, man, what is it? He has not injured anyone in a mad fit, has he?”