The detective glanced at his watch, and turned away.
“I’ve got fifteen minutes before he arrives here,� he said, and left them to themselves in the study.
Ten minutes later he came out of a cold plunge, put on a complete change of clothing, shaved, and at the time appointed was ready for the arrival of Lynne’s car.
It came, about five minutes late, and the detective ran down the steps to meet it before it had stopped before the door.
The day was bright, cheerful, and sunny, and the weather was almost warm; under ordinary circumstances a better day could not have been selected for such a journey.
Nothing was said between the two men beyond a greeting, when Nick first entered the car, which was driven by one of the Lynne chauffeurs; but as it was a limousine body, the passengers could talk in comfort and at their ease as it sped along.
“Now, Mr. Lynne, are you ready?� Nick asked presently.
The man looked around at the detective quickly, with a half-startled air; he had evidently been absorbed in his thoughts; and he asked:
“For the questions that I wish to ask.�