“Between three and four years.”
“Ah, yes! He met with a railway accident, I think you said?”
“Yes.”
“In England?”
“No, abroad,” Herriard answered guardedly.
“So!” The same curious look was on Hallamar’s face. “He is in London?”
“Yes, in Mayfair.”
“In Mayfair? So! A convenient distance.” He stopped suddenly and held out his hand. “Well, I will go across and get a cab; I have some writing to do before dinner. You will see your friend and let me know this evening? My time is short.”
“Certainly, in an hour or two,” Herriard replied, and they parted.
It was with a considerably lightened conscience that Herriard presently made his way to Gastineau’s. Hencher told him that his master was now much better and would be glad to see him. When he went up Gastineau seemed to be dozing, but roused himself and greeted him with his usual languid cordiality. But there was no languor in the eyes, they were bright and alert as ever.