'I suppose,' said Lady Julia sarcastically, 'you will jump to the
conclusion that this man whom Spennie is bringing down with him to-
day is a criminal of some sort?'
'Eh? Is Spennie bringing a friend?'
There was not a great deal of enthusiasm in Sir Thomas's voice. His
nephew was not a young man whom he respected very highly. Spennie
regarded his uncle with nervous apprehension, as one who would deal
with his short-comings with vigor and severity. Sir Thomas, for his
part, looked on Spennie as a youth who would get into mischief
unless under his uncle's eye.
'I had a telegram from him just now,' Lady Julia explained.
'Who is his friend?'
'He doesn't say. He just says he's a man he met in London.'
'H'm!'
'And what does, 'H'm!' mean?' demanded Lady Julia.
'A man can pick up strange people in London,' said Sir Thomas,
judicially.
'Nonsense!'
'Just as you say, my dear.'
Lady Julia rose.
'As for what you suggest about the detective, it is of course
absolutely absurd.'
'Quite so, my dear.'
'You mustn't think of it.'
'Just as you say, my dear.'
Lady Julia left the room.
What followed may afford some slight clue to the secret of Sir
Thomas Blunt's rise in the world. It certainly suggests singleness
of purpose, which is one of the essentials of success.
No sooner had the door closed behind Lady Julia than he went to his
writing-table, took pen and paper, and wrote the following letter:
To the Manager, Wragge's Detective Agency. Holborn Bars, London E.
C.
SIR: With reference to my last of the 28th, ult., I should be glad
if you would send down immediately one of your best men. Am making
arrangements to receive him. Kindly instruct him to present himself
at Dreever Castle as applicant for position of valet to myself. I
will see and engage him on his arrival, and further instruct him in
his duties.
Yours faithfully,
THOS. BLUNT.
P. S. I shall expect him to-morrow evening. There is a good train
leaving Paddington at 2:15.
Sir Thomas read this over, put in a comma, then placed it in an
envelope, and lighted a cigar with the air of one who can be
checked, yes, but vanquished, never.
CHAPTER IX
FRIENDS, NEW AND OLD
On the night of the day on which Sir Thomas Blunt wrote and
dispatched his letter to Wragge's Detective Agency, Jimmy Pitt
chanced to stop at the Savoy.
