"Faithful old servitor," thought Brownlow.
The faithful old servitor got into a taxi. "110A, Harley Street," said he to the driver; "and drive quick and I'll give you an extra tuppence."
Oppenshaw was in.
When he was informed that Pettigrew's servant had called to see him, he turned over a duchess he was engaged on, gave her a harmless prescription, bowed her out and rang the bell.
Mudd was shown in.
"I've come to ask——" said Mudd.
"Sit down," said Oppenshaw.
"I've come to speak——"
"I know; about your master. How is he?"
"Well, I've come to ask you, sir; he's at the Charing Cross Hotel at present."