“There’s a man in the library, Nick, waiting to see you.”
Nick took the cue given him, saying inquiringly:
“Not——”
“Exactly!”
With a smile of genuine satisfaction, Nick turned to Royal and said:
“Take off that disguise, my boy, and conceal yourself back of yonder door.”
“For what, sir?” asked Royal, perplexed and surprised.
“I expect something to be said here that I wish you to overhear.”
“Very well, then.”
“Not a word, mind you, nor a move of any kind, until I give you permission.”