In another moment they were in Aymer’s room.
“Hullo, Cæsar. Here we are, turned up like bad pennies.”
Christopher pulled Sam across the room to the sofa. Sam would have been not a little surprised had he known that it cost Aymer Aston a great deal more 152 effort to see a new face than it cost him to look at this Cæsar of whom he had heard so much.
The “code” slipped from his mental horizon and left him red and embarrassed, watching Christopher furtively to see what he would do.
“Here’s Sam, Cæsar. I’ve told you all about him and he may just have heard your name mentioned—possibly—” laughed Christopher seating himself on the sofa and indicating a chair to his friend.
Aymer held out his hand.
“Yes, I’ve heard of you, Sam. Sit down, won’t you?”
Sam sat down, his hands on his knees, and tried to find a safe spot on which to focus his eyes.
“Now, isn’t it a jolly room,” began Christopher triumphantly, “didn’t I tell you?”
“It’s big,” said Sam cautiously.