"Absolutely none," answered Latimer calmly. "Our people have moved with the utmost discretion, and we have the entire evidence in our hands." He turned to Casement. "You have acquainted Sir George with the whole of this morning's events?"
The quiet man nodded. "Everything," he observed, in rather fatigued voice.
"I understand," said the Home Secretary, "that this man Lyndon is actually here."
With a graceful gesture Lord Lammersfield indicated where I was standing.
"Let me introduce you to each other," he said. "Mr. Neil Lyndon—Sir
George Frinton."
I bowed respectfully, and when I raised my head again I saw that the
Home Secretary was contemplating me with a puzzled stare.
"You—your face seems strangely familiar to me," he observed.
"You evidently have a good memory, Sir George," I replied. "I had the honour and pleasure of travelling up from Exeter to London with you about a fortnight ago."
A sudden light came into his face, and adjusting his spectacles he stared at me harder than ever.
"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Of course, I remember now." He paused. "And do you mean to tell me that you—an escaped convict—were actually aware that you were travelling with the Home Secretary?"