"He went out. He'll be back soon. We had thought of entering Bertram for Quickest-that is, if you have no objection?"
The Superlative looked startled, then smiled oddly.
"Oh, no possible objection, of course. Good day to you all. And to you, dearest lady! I shall be first at your side when you reach the Temple to-morrow."
Speaking of Bertram, however, had recalled something to Viola. "Just a moment, Mr. Cleverest. I beg your pardon. Cleverest, then. Terry, have you that watch?"
"Did I lose it here?" Cleverest's eyes lighted as Trenmore extended the expensive timepiece.
"It fell from your pocket perhaps?" suggested Viola demurely.
"I am a thousand times obliged to you, Miss Trenmore. That watch was given me by my uncle, Mr. Justice Supreme. The old gentleman would never have forgiven me if I had lost it."
"So, he's the nephew of Mr. Justice Supreme, is he?" murmured Viola, when the Superlative had at last departed. "Now I wonder if that relationship is the card he has up his sleeve?"
"Viola, if you've an inkling of further mystery, save it till I'm rested from what we've had," protested her brother. "Let's ring for the servant the way we'll be having our suppers. I think we do need them!"