“We can't help it, sir,” said Grimsditch. “We must do our duty.”
“However unpleasant it may be to us,” added Hulse.
“Make no excuses—I don't want them,” said Chetwynd. “I'll be back directly.”
“Can't part with you, sir!” said Grimsditch, planting himself before the door, so as to prevent egress. “Against rule. Hulse will ring the bell if you wish it.”
“Do so, then,” said Chetwynd.
The bell was rung, and the summons immediately answered by Norris, who must have been close at hand.
Chetwynd then sat down at a table on which writing materials were placed, and traced a few hurried lines on a sheet of paper, which he enclosed in an envelope.
“Take this note to Mrs. Calverley,” he said to Norris.
“Instantly, sir,” replied the butler, glancing indignantly at the officers.
While Norris went on his errand, Chetwynd remained seated at the table with his back towards the officers.