“Well, Patmore?” said Westerham, quietly.
Patmore started. “You've keen eyes, Sir Paul,” he said.
Westerham nodded. “I find it very necessary,” he returned.
Without another word, Patmore took him by the arm and led him higher up the steps. At the top of them he turned and walked into the shadows thrown by the columns which support the north end of the façade.
Then he took one quick look about him, and having satisfied himself that no one was within earshot, came direct to the point.
“Do you agree?” he asked.
For answer Westerham took out his pocket-book and counted out a pile of notes which Dunton had secured for him.
“Here,” he said in a conversational voice, “are twenty thousand pounds. They are yours if you can tell me where to find Lady Kathleen.”
Patmore laughed scornfully. “I am afraid, Sir Paul,” he said, “that on this occasion you have made a mistake. Fifty times that sum would be a little nearer my figure.”