No, Glenbossie Lodge was not to let. Pease knew that—had very good reasons for knowing it. It was strange he should have been asked because he was curiously cognizant of the state of affairs.
“How much?” asked Captain Hastings.
“I happen to know all about it.”
“Oh, yes, thanks, I am only just back from abroad; one gets a little rusty—I remember the word, of course. Please go on.”
“I am able to give you the information, because I happen to know the man who has taken it.”
Captain Hastings nodded. That was good evidence, except that sometimes lodges at the last moment were sub-let. Was it possible—?
“It is a sub-let as it is,” said Pease, interrupting him.
“And who has taken it?”
“A Mr. Maitland.”
“A good chap?”