“Say, Aust, the Honourable Hilary wants to see you to-night,” he whispered.
“Did he send you with the message?” Austen demanded.
“That's right,” said Mr. Tooting. “I guess you know what's up.”
Austen did not answer. At the foot of the stairway was the tall form of Hilary Vane himself, and Austen crossed the rotunda.
“Do you want to see me, Judge?” he asked.
The Honourable Hilary faced about quickly.
“Yes, if you've got any spare time.”
“I'll go to your room at half-past nine to-night, if that's convenient.”
“All right,” said the Honourable Hilary, starting up the stairs.
Austen turned, and found Mr. Hamilton Tooting at his elbow.