Malkiel the Second realised that emotion probably rendered his face unrecognisable. But at least his legs spoke for him. That was something, and he continued, with an attempt at ease and boldness,—
“Right! I have returned to change them.”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Ferdinand has retired to bed, sir.”
“Don’t wake him. I can just leave them for him.”
“Very well, sir.”
And Gustavus admitted Malkiel to the dimly-lit hall and shut the door softly.
“What is your name, young man?” said Malkiel, whispering.
“Gustavus, sir.”
“Ah! Gustavus, would you like to earn a hundred pounds to-night?”
Gustavus started.