“Yes, you! It was a monstrous responsibility to give any man, and I consented to undertake it only because—er——”
“I know. My uncle told me,” said Sam, to help him out. “You had some business deal on, and you wanted to keep in with him.”
Lord Tilbury showed no gratitude for this kindly prompting.
“Well,” he said bitterly, “it may interest you to know that the deal to which you refer has fallen through.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” said Sam sympathetically. “That’s tough luck. I’m afraid my uncle is a queer sort of fellow to do business with.”
“I received a cable from him this afternoon, informing me that he had changed his mind and would be unable to meet me in the matter.”
“Too bad,” said Sam. “I really am sorry.”
“And it is entirely owing to you, you may be pleased to learn.”
“Me? Why, what have I done?”
“I will tell you what you have done. Mr. Pynsent’s cable was in answer to one from me, in which I informed him that you were in the process of becoming entangled with a girl.”