"Yes."
"You will go again to-night?"
"It is unnecessary. Granberry is at the Westfall farm."
"Ah!"
"But, Excellency," reminded Themar glibly, "there is still the girl—" Deep, compelling, Tregar's eyes burned steadily into menace.
"Must I repeat—"
"Excellency," stammered Themar blanching.
"You may go!" said the Baron curtly.
There had been no word of the scribbled cuff, Themar remembered. And surely one may steal away one's own.