“Perhaps, if we ever get to know each other a bit better, you’d let me have a shy at you for a change?”
“That would be an honour,” said Sir Seymour with a touch of his very simple, courtly manner.
“In return you know for my letting in the detectives!” said Garstin, with a laugh. “Hulloh!”
He had heard the bell ring downstairs.
“If it’s our man!” he said, instinctively lowering his voice.
“Arabian! Are you expecting him?”
“No. But it’s just as likely as not. Want to meet him?”
“I can hardly say that!” said Sir Seymour, looking suddenly, Garstin thought, remarkably like a very well-bred ramrod.
“Well, then—”
“But it may be necessary.” He hesitated obviously, then added: “If it should be Arabian by chance, perhaps it would be as well if I did see him.”