Lady Matthews lifted the milk jug. "That butler. At the manor."
The smile vanished; Mr. Amberley regarded her fixedly. "Yes?"
"A message from Basil Fountain. He has gone to town."
"When?"
"At about two o'clock, my dear."
"Who gave the message?"
"The butler. Didn't I say so? His club, all the afternoon."
Amberley seemed to consider, his eyes on the clock. "I see. I think, on the whole, I won't wait for tea."
"No, dear boy," agreed his aunt. "Much wiser not. Something interesting to tell you. So stupid of Humphrey! That book. You've been at sea over it."
"Entirely at sea. Well?"