“Lay two places more for yourself and Mrs. Southgate.”
“Oh sir! We couldn’t.”
“Nonsense, either you lunch with us, or we don’t have any meal at all.”
“Very good, sir,” said the gratified man “I will tell the missus.”
A car drove up to the door, and Sinclair came in.
“I hope I’m not late,” he said shaking hands.
“Not a bit, you’re just in time,” said Reckavile.
Soon they were gathered round the table, as merry a party as one could wish to see.
“How are things going, Lord Reckavile?” asked Sinclair, when Southgate had uncorked the bottles.
“It will take some time to get these matters settled, as the whole question will have to come before the House of Lords, but my lawyers think there will be no real difficulty, and have been very good in covering my temporary needs. Now tell us all about the case, as you promised to do, you know we all want to know how you managed to solve the problem.”