He would get Fisher out of the way that night and make sure.
The voice from the hall below was loud and gruff.

Who could it be! Then he heard Fisher's foot on the stairs and the valet entered.
"Will you see Mr.Gathercole now!" "Mr.Gathercole!" Kara breathed a sigh of relief and his face was wreathed in smiles.
"Why, of course.

Tell him to come up.

Ask him if he minds seeing me in my room." "I told him you were in bed, sir, and he used shocking language," said Fisher.
Kara laughed.
"Send him up," he said, and then as Fisher was going out of the room he called him back.
"By the way, Fisher, after Mr.Gathercole has gone, you may go out for the night.

You've got somewhere to go, I suppose, and you needn't come back until the morning." "Yes, sir," said the servant.
Such an instruction was remarkably pleasing to him.