"Something has happened?"
"Yes. A special delivery letter came for Dr. Morse about an hour ago. A few moments after receiving it I heard him shouting aloud in the library, and apparently smashing things in his rage."
"Did you go to him?"
"No. When he is that way, we have found it a better plan to leave him alone. After venting his rage in the way I have just mentioned, he rushed from the place."
Ashton-Kirk did not immediately comment upon this; his eyes were upon the man clipping the hedge.
"Who is that?" asked he.
Warwick followed his glance.
"Oh, a young fellow whom the doctor employs about the place. He is a Pole, and came about a month ago; he seems very intelligent, and I know he is hard up. Morse knew his father somewhere, I believe."
"I see." The speaker turned from the window.
"You were saying that Dr. Morse rushed from the house in a passion."