"It's too true," returned Miles.
"But he was so strong and healthy! He had not a trace of illness about him!"
"Ay. But they say it was the heart."
"Well, it's sad news any way, and I'm sorry for him," said John Bent. "Is young Mr. Castlemaine here?"
"Not just now. He'll be home some time this afternoon. He went off to Newerton yesterday on business."
"I don't mean him--Mr. Harry. I mean Mr. Anthony Castlemaine."
"What should bring that young man here?" loftily retorted Miles, who made a point of sharing in all the prejudices of his master.
John Bent told his tale. It was listened to with disbelieving and resentful ears.
"My master in at that there blessed scared place, the Friar's Keep, at twelve o'clock at night! Well, I wonder what next you'll say, Mr. Bent?"
"But I saw him go in," returned John Bent.