“Tell them they must go. Send them down to supper—no, he’s lying on the supper table. Let the butler tell them there’s death in the house——”

“Death?”

“Anything, Paul—get rid of them.”

Pangbutt’s eyes were a blank bewildered surprise:

“But—but——”

Anthony touched his arm:

“For God’s sake, Paul—give the order.”

“But why?”

Pangbutt wet his dogged lips sullenly.

Anthony took hold of his shoulder: