The scales swayed down on the Carrington side.
Mr. Wade’s code did not permit his guests to be insulted by his subordinates.
“My dear Mr. Carrington, you leave us no option when you take that stand,” he said, suavely. “Whenever your man is ready, then.”
“I think he is still at the house with my father,” said young Carrington, unsteadily. “I can telephone from the station here.”
Mr. Wade looked out of the window. Beside Carrington’s trap stood the landau of yesterday. “If you will drive home and bring your man over, we will go directly to the mine with Mr. Richards,” he said.
* * * * *
Young Carrington, bursting in upon his father and Trevanion, told it all in a breath.
Trevanion rose with the last word.
“The sooner I’m there the better,” he said, phlegmatically.
“It’s queer business,” said John Carrington, frowning. “Keep your eyes open. What do you think of it?”