"It's all hup, sir," said the butler. Only in moments of intense excitement did Dumber misplace or leave out the aspirate. "You're to come with me at once to Mr. Warde's study."
John followed the butler into the familiar room. Warde was not down yet, but evidently Dumber had instructions not to leave the prisoner. John stared at the writing-desk. Then he turned to Dumbleton, and said carelessly—
"This means the sack, eh, Dumber?"
"Yes, sir. 'Ow could you do it, sir? Such a well-be'aved gentleman, too!"
"Thank you, Dumber." John took an envelope from the desk, and wrote Scaife's name upon it.
"Dumber, please give Mr. Scaife this—with my compliments. It is, as you see, a bill of fare."
"Very good, sir."
John placed the card into the envelope and handed both to Dumbleton.
"Certainly, sir."