A few moments later Green came in, saying:
“Mr Barclay left town five days ago, sir. He’s up at Kilmaronock.”
His master made no reply for some moments. Then at last he said:
“Pack my suit-case, and ’phone to Euston to reserve me a seat to Perth on the ten-five to-morrow morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And to everybody except my sister, if she calls, you don’t know where I’ve gone—you understand?”
“Perfectly, sir.”
And the man set about packing up his master’s traps.
“You may as well put in a dinner-coat Max may have friends,” Rolfe said.
“Very well, sir.”