"How?" asked Evan.
The second man winked at him knowingly. "Let's you and I get better acquainted before we get confidential."
"Sure," said Evan. "I see you're a wise guy."
"Wise!" said the other. "Solomon wasn't one two three with me."
"What do they call you?"
"Alfred. I'll make you acquainted with the bunch down-stairs. The women——" He suddenly broke off, and stiffened into the blank-faced, deferential servant.
Young Deaves and old Deaves returned through the little door.
"If you please, sir," said Alfred quickly, "Mr. Hilton sent me to ask what wines you would have for dinner."
"I'm busy!" snapped George Deaves. "Tell Hilton when I want wine I'll let him know."
"Yes, sir, very good, sir." The rubber-shod one wafted out of the room, shutting the door behind him as softly as a flower closes. George Deaves looked sharply to see that it was closed, then looked as sharply at Evan.