"Well, this is Mr. John Dryden, whom I was speaking to you about. We are advancing him the sum of two hundred pounds at six per cent. interest on the Jannaway estate. You might make out a receipt for him to sign and bring it in here as soon as it's done."
"Very good, sir," responded Mr. Sandford meekly; then he paused. "Inspector Campbell is downstairs, sir," he added. "He says he will wait until you are disengaged."
The lawyer nodded. "I shan't be very long," he replied.
Mr. Sandford withdrew as noiselessly as he had entered, and, tearing off the cheque that he had written, my companion turned back to me.
"Now let me see," he observed thoughtfully; "what's the next thing we've got to do?"
"The next thing," I said firmly, "is to go out together and have some lunch. I always make a point of giving a lunch party when I come into a fortune."
"It's not a bad habit," he admitted, smiling. "Unfortunately, I have got this man Campbell waiting to see me."
"Bring him along too," I suggested. "You can talk to him while we're eating."
Mr. Drayton got up from his chair. "We'll put it to him anyway," he said. "I don't suppose he'll say no. One can generally trust a Scotchman not to miss anything that's worth having."
He folded the cheque across in the middle and handed it to me.