Lorton rejoined:
“I think that you had better go.”
The woman arose to go and answer the ring.
She returned shortly after, ushering in a man who said:
“How are you, Lorton?”
At the man’s first words Nick could hardly repress a chuckle, for he recognized his voice as that of his assistant, Patsy.
“How are you? What are you doing here?” returned Lorton.
The woman put in with:
“He’s come from Gorse, he says.”
“From Gorse?”