George came in, ponderous and unsmiling; picked out the superintendent at once, and thanked him gruffly for admission to the "sanctum"; a word which George chose to please him—and succeeded.
Sir Gregory pressing himself forward, Finucane was obliged to mumble an introduction.
George replied vaguely, saying, "Oh, ah—yes, of course!"
And then, his eye falling on Randal, he came alive.
"You're Dick's big brother," he said.
"I can't help that," responded Randal, holding out his hand.
"Some people do have all the luck," said George. Then, looking down at the sleeper, he continued: "My car's outside. My wife's waiting till I bring him. You'd better come with us, Sir Randal, and help us tuck him up in bed."
Sir Gregory tried again.
"Game to the last!" he said, joining the group; "but not, I suppose, very robust. Evidently a case of complete nervous exhaustion."
Caldegard had spoken little since Dick's entrance. He now rose as if shot from his chair by a spring, and spoke with a vigour that reminded Randal of their youth.