The other nodded.
The old butler hobbled into the room, as Baddlesmere went out. He carried a letter on a silver salver:
“This letter, sir, was found in Mr. Blotte’s breast-pocket,” he said, standing beside the crouching figure of his master.
He coughed.
“It is addressed to you, sir,” he said.
Pangbutt did not move.
The old servant coughed again:
“And, beg pardon, sir——”
Pangbutt made a gesture of impatience:
“Yes, yes, Dukes,” he said wearily, “give me the letter.”