Somerset still looked towards the distant battlements. On the scaffolding, among the white-jacketed workmen, he could discern one figure in a dark suit.
‘You have a clerk of the works, I see,’ he observed.
‘Nominally I have, but practically I haven’t.’
‘Then why do you keep him?’
‘I can’t help myself. He is Mr. Dare; and having been recommended by a higher power than I, there he must stay in spite of me.’
‘Who recommended him?’
‘The same—De Stancy.’
‘It is very odd,’ murmured Somerset, ‘but that young man is the object of my visit.’
‘You had better leave him alone,’ said Havill drily.
Somerset asked why.