“Yes, sir,” admitted the butler. “Well, this old chap rang the bell and asked for ‘Harrison.’ I asked him if he meant Mr. Harrison and he shot me a look and said that was just who he meant. I asked his name and he said not to mind about that but to tell my boss that an old man who had done him a service wanted to see him.”
“Did you take that message to Mr. Harrison?”
“Yes, sir. I left the old boy in the vestibule and told Mr. Harrison in the library. This was before dinner. Mr. Harrison told me to clear out and went into the hall. I returned to the dining-room. A minute later I heard the front door slam and Mr. Harrison came in again looking angry. He was red as a bull.”
“That all you know about the old man?”
“No, sir. I think not. Just before Susan sounded the gong the telephone rang and I went to answer it in the hall. I heard a voice on the wire that sounded like the same old man. He said: ‘I want to speak to Mrs. Graham!’ Before I could answer I heard Mr. Harrison bellowing a reply and the crash of a receiver. So I hung up also. Mr. Harrison had answered the call from the extension on his desk.”
“He was expecting the call, eh?”
“I couldn’t be sure of that, sir.”
“But it sounded that way?”
“Perhaps so, sir,” replied the butler cautiously.