“It came up,” said Tinkerton, “on the drive during conversation between his lordship and her ladyship.”
“Yes?”
“I sat with Mr. Giggle in front and did not catch the remarks, beyond a word here and there.”
“Still, you gathered—”
“I did not listen,” said Tinkerton, “of course.”
“Of course not.”
“But his lordship raised his voice once or twice and said he would not do something that his brother wished him to do.”
“What was that, do you know?”
“It was money matters.” Something very like a sneer appeared on Tinkerton’s lips.
“What sort of money matters?”