“I don’t know this man,” said his lordship, looking at the servant. “Are you sure he asked for me?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Perhaps it’s you he wishes to see, Mr. Mac-keller. Do you know Jacob Hahn, solicitor?”
“Oh, yes, Hahn and Lewishon. They are solicitors for the syndicate, and also solicitors for your Red Shallows company.”
“Ah, quite so! Had I better see him, or shall I refer him to you at your office?”
“As this is a private room, my lord, and as there are three of us present, while he will be alone, I think it would do no harm to hear what he has to say.”
“Very good. Bring him in.”
Jacob Hahn proved to be a big, genial-looking man, with a cast of countenance that gave but a very slight hint of Hebraic origin. Despite the air of confidence with which he advanced, he seemed to be somewhat taken aback at seeing Mackeller and his son seated there. He nodded to them with a smile of good fellowship, nevertheless, and said to the elder man:
“Perhaps, Mr. Mackeller, you will introduce me to Lord Stranleigh of Wychwood.”
“That is as his lordship says,” commented Mackeller grimly, but Lord Stranleigh rose to his feet with a smile as engaging as that of the solicitor.