[With an effort Gann prevents himself from replying. It is as much as he can do to keep his hands off the sleek, obsequious butler. Moore after a glance at him goes out. The gamekeeper begins to walk up and down the room like a caged beast. In a moment he hears a sound and stops still. He turns his hat round and round in his hands.
[Claude Insoley comes in. He is a man of thirty-five, rather dried-up, rather precise, neither good-looking nor plain, with a slightly dogmatic, authoritative manner.
Claude.
Good evening, Gann.
Gann.
Good evening, sir.
[Claude hesitates for a moment; to conceal a slight embarrassment he lights a cigarette. Gann watches him steadily.
Claude.
I suppose you know what I’ve sent for you about.
Gann.