“Mrs. Brand sent for me,” he said. “She wished to know whether Mr. Oliver would be back to-night.”
“He will, will he not? You have not heard?”
“Mr. Brand said he would be here for a late dinner. He will reach London at nineteen.”
“And is there any other news?”
He compressed his lips.
“There are rumours,” he said. “Mr. Brand wired to me an hour ago.”
He seemed moved at something, and Mabel looked at him in astonishment.
“It is not Eastern news?” she asked.
His eyebrows wrinkled a little.
“You must forgive me, Mrs. Brand,” he said. “I am not at liberty to say anything.”