"A young fellow about your age, but scarcely a friend of yours I should say. A mean-like face."
This meant nothing to Evan. He looked blank.
"The last time he was here he said he'd wait," Miss Sisson went on, "but I said there was no place inside, because I didn't like his looks, so he said he'd wait in the Square and——"
The sound of the door-bell interrupted her.
"Here he is now!"
Evan opened the door and discovered Alfred, the Deaves' second man, on the step. Alfred smiled insinuatingly, but with a difference from their first meeting, more warily. Miss Sisson pressed forward to hear what he had to say.
"Can I see you a moment?" he said to Evan meaningly.
Evan looked at Miss Sisson, who forthwith retired with a chagrined flirt of her skirts.
"They sent me for you," said Alfred.
Evan's eyebrows went up. "What do they want?" he asked coolly.