“They go out in the evening, sir. But Jarvis and I are always here. So is Otto, except tonight, sir. Then the watchman comes on duty, later.”
“At eleven?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good idea,” said Paget approvingly. “It keeps the place well protected.”
“Yes, sir. Mister Blake is very insistent upon it.”
The butler left. Paget continued waiting. He noted Blake’s writing at the table, and studied the notations with interest.
Rodney Paget had learned a great deal concerning Wilbur Blake’s affairs during the past six days — a great deal more than Blake supposed.
A car came up the driveway. Paget left the library and went into the living room, where he found Herbert.
The automobile stopped at the side door. Wilbur Blake entered.
Paget stared steadily at the man and noted a slight motion of Blake’s right hand. In return, Paget gave a signal with his fingers. Blake turned to the butler.