"I think I'd like to see Mr. Baker."
"Well, if you stick around long enough you will. He's gone to fetch me some more golf balls," said Anthony morosely.
The butler came out of the house at that moment with three golf balls on a silver tray.
"Looks like an egg-and-spoon race," said Anthony. "Silly ass!"
Baker came sedately across the lawn; he did not look at Amberley, but went to Corkran and presented his tray. "Your golf balls, sir. I could only find three in your bag."
Anthony took them with a brief word of thanks. The butler turned to go, but halted as Mr. Amberley spoke."Just a moment."
Baker turned and stood waiting, his head deferentially inclined.
"Do you know if Mr. Fountain sent to Greythorne for a book that was borrowed the other day?"
Baker flashed a quick look up at him. "A book, sir?" He seemed to choose his words carefully. "I could not say, sir, I am sure. I do not think that Mr. Fountain gave any such order. Not to my knowledge."
Mr. Amberley's pipe had gone out. He struck a match and held it between his cupped hands; over it his eyes held Baker's. "It's not important. Sir Humphrey had finished with it." He threw the match away. "Interested in books, Baker?"