“Yes. Extradition matters are different from your criminal law. All you need do is to ’phone me that Mr. Gaunt has become reasonable, and I will see to the rest. You are going, my lord. Then I will wait here till I hear from you.”
The two men exchanged bows, and Lord Lynton hurried to the door, where he was fortunate enough to get a taxi-cab without any delay. He had seen but little of John Gaunt, for his brother-in-law had been very busy, and had been away each day until dinner time, so that he was not very hopeful of finding him at Park Lane.
“Is your master in?” he demanded of the footman who answered the ring.
“Yes, my lord. He is with her ladyship, in her ladyship’s room.”
The Earl ran rapidly up the stairs, and found Gaunt and Lady Mildred engaged in admiring the baby. In fact they were laughing heartily as they watched the infant’s lusty kicks.
“Gaunt, I want a word with you. Will you come to the library?” Lord Lynton said almost curtly, and Lady Mildred gave him a quick look of curiosity.
She rang the bell for the nurse, and then rested her hand on her husband’s arm.
“I will come with you. Geoffrey, you look very tragic,” she remarked lightly.
But he was not in the mood for bandying words, and his lips were tightly pressed together as he faced them.
“Mildred, you appear to enjoy your husband’s confidence. Has he told you of the Marillier business?” he asked coldly.