"Halloa, Goyle," said he. "Come in."
"That's what I'm doing," Goyle replied, putting down the valise near the door and advancing toward the desk at which Bodney was seated.
"Sit down," said Bodney.
"That's what I'm going to do," Goyle replied.
He sat down, and for a time both were silent. "Where's everybody?" Goyle asked.
The bass laughter of the Judge and the contralto of a woman's mirth were heard.
"At dinner," said Bodney, nodding toward the dining room.
"Don't you eat?"
"Sometimes," Bodney answered, and then after a short silence he asked: "Did you get my note?"
"Yes."