He was checked. "The name is Amberley," Frank said gently.
Baker shot him a quick look and said apologetically: "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Which I do not think you could have known," said Amberley, still more gently.
"No, sir. I was forgetting."
Mr. Amberley followed him in a leisurely fashion to the drawing room.
Fountain, unlike Corkran, was quite enthusiastic over his new butler. The man knew his work, seemed very willing and, what was more, hit it off with the others. He was perhaps a little stupid, but one could not have everything. Even Collins seemed to be getting on quite well with him, and it was not everyone with whom Collins got on, he could assure Amberley.
He left the subject of the butler to inquire whether Amberley had come for any particular purpose. It did not seem as though he had. He put one or two not very important questions to Fountain and prepared to depart. Fountain asked him whether he was any nearer to solving the problem, and was answered by a noncommittal shrug.
"I've got Fraser to put a man on to watch Mark Brown," Amberley said.
Fountain's expression of interest and respect changed ludicrously. It was plain that he did not think much of this new departure.
Mr. Amberley gave a crooked smile. "Shattering your faith in me, Fountain?"