“Ah! that’s all right,” declared the Hebrew scholar, greatly satisfied. “I—well, I’ve always had suspicions that he meant to play into Griffin’s hands.”
“So he did, undoubtedly, but Jim and I were rather too clever for him.”
At that moment the elderly butler re-entered with a card upon the salver.
Sir Felix took it and his face changed in an instant. His mouth was open, and for a second he seemed speechless.
“Not at home—not at home,” he snapped to the man. “Never at home to that person—you understand?”
“Yes, Sir Felix,” replied the grave-faced servant, who bowed and withdrew.
Erich Haupt noticed that the visitor, whoever it was, seemed a most unwelcome one.
From the Baronet’s subsequent movements the old German realised that he wished to get rid of him.
Therefore, he rose and departed, promising to call next day, and hear the latest report of Jim Jannaway’s progress in Jerusalem.
Then, the instant Erich had left the house, Sir Felix rang for his valet, a young Italian, giving him a note to take in a taxi-cab to his office in the City and await a reply.