Winter explained in the dining-room that the Assistant Commissioner was anxious for news. He had hardly finished when the footman reappeared. A call for Mr. Hilton Fenley.
"Confound the telephone," snapped Fenley. "We won't have a moment's peace all day, I suppose."
Winter winked heavily at Furneaux. He waited until Fenley's hurried footsteps across a creaking parquet floor had died away.
"This is the bank's call," he murmured. "The other was from the Lord knows who. I've put the Yard on the track. I wonder why he lied about it."
"He's a queer sort of brother, too," said Furneaux. "It strikes me he wants to put Robert in the cart."
CHAPTER V
A Family Gathering
Fenley was frowning when he reappeared.