“If you have arrangements to make at home we can give you until Monday to make your plans.”
“Thanks,” said Rowton. He rose as he spoke.
“You will come here again on Monday night?”
“I will.”
“Then come with me now into this inner room. I have something to say with regard to your duties as landlord and country gentleman.”
A queer expression crept over Rowton’s face; the healthy colour went out of it; it grew grey and deathlike in hue. He followed his strange host without a word.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE BUTLER’S PANTRY.
Nancy spent an almost sleepless night, and awoke the next day with a headache. She got up earlier than usual, and went downstairs. Murray was waiting for her in the hall—as usual, the boarhound, Roy, accompanied him.
“Roy wants to make friends with you, auntie,” said the child. “Come, Roy, come forward, do allegiance.”