So--I'm not here in any representative or official sense." Chatfield's small eyes grew smaller with suspicious curiosity.
"Oh ?" he said questioningly.

"Then--what might you be here for, mister ?" Copplestone stood up and rang the bell.
"That's my business." he answered.

"Sorry I can't give you any more time," he went on as Mrs.Wooler opened the door.

"I'm engaged now.

If you or Mr.Greyle want to see Mr.Oliver's friends I believe his brother, Sir Cresswell Oliver, will be here tomorrow--he's been wired for anyhow." Chatfield's mouth opened as he picked up his hat.