Gaunt almost pushed him back into his room.
“Get your clothes on and don’t talk. I won’t leave this spot until you promise to accompany me. Do you understand?”
The look of anger left Sir Felix’s face and he smiled faintly.
“That’s better. If my wife lives, there’s a blank check, which you can fill in for any amount,” Gaunt continued eagerly.
A few minutes later they were seated in the car and the rapid pace made Sir Felix utter an ejaculation.
“Is this quite safe?” he said deprecatingly.
There was no answer for hope had surged to Gaunt’s heart and he could only think of what the next few hours would bring forth.
“I don’t think you had better come in with me. You shall know, at the earliest possible moment,” Sir Felix said suavely, when they reached the door of the bedroom.
“I shall be in the library.”
And there Gaunt went. An abstemious man—he poured out half a tumbler of neat brandy, which he gulped down. His hands trembled as he endeavored to light a cigar.