“Gaunt—I am now going to the foreign office,” he said curtly.
“You may convey my answer to the foreign secretary.”
Lord Lynton left the room, as he did not wish to lose his temper, for he knew that he was a match for neither of these strong, self-contained men.
“His lordship is angry,” Drake said with a smile.
“And has reason to be, if you look at it from his point of view. Have you seen the morning papers?” Gaunt asked casually.
“Yes, and I am sorry that this thing has come out at the present moment. I suppose there can be no doubt that the Baron is behind it?”
“No doubt at all, and they will probably work the trial so that I am subpœnaed to attend. It might even be possible to get Weiss and myself in the dock on a charge of conspiracy. However, I am prepared for any development.”
“You are not afraid?”
“Of nothing, for I have my wife’s confidence—and her love,” he added so quietly that Drake could scarcely catch the words.
However, he understood and he placed his hand on Gaunt’s shoulder.