"His nephew," said Anthony.
The man at once produced a chair.
"I shall call Mr. Whitaker," he said.
Anthony would have asked him not to do so; but just then he caught sight of a woman's figure in another room, the door of which was open, and before he had taken his gaze away Whitaker came up.
"This is a pleasure," said Whitaker, shaking his hand. "Mr. Stevens has not returned, but we're glad to see you, anyhow."
"I'm told he's expected back shortly."
"Yes, but then you never can tell what the wind will do off the capes. Devil of an excitement going on in the city, isn't there? what with this fellow up the street being taken off as he was, and all that. I don't think I've seen anything but gossiping knots of people, coroners' juries, and city officials for the past two days."
Anthony nodded toward the open door.
"I thought," said he, "I recognized some one inside there."
"Oh, Mr. Weir?"