Markham eyed him with meditative curiosity. Not only had Vance's questioning of Greene interested him keenly, but he knew, as a result of long experience, that Vance would not have made the suggestion had he not had a good reason for doing so. I was in no wise surprised, therefore, when he turned to his restive visitor and said:
"Very well, Greene, I'll see what I can do in the matter. I'll probably be at your house early this afternoon. Please see that every one is present, as I'll want to question them."
Greene held out a trembling hand. "The domestic roster—family and servants—will be complete when you arrive."
He strode pompously from the room.
Vance sighed. "Not a nice creature, Markham—not at all a nice creature. I shall never be a politician if it involves an acquaintance with such gentlemen."
Markham seated himself at his desk with a disgruntled air.
"Greene is highly regarded as a social—not a political—decoration," he said maliciously. "He belongs to your totem, not mine."
"Fancy that!" Vance stretched himself luxuriously. "Still, it's you who fascinate him. Intuition tells me he is not overfond of me."
"You did treat him a bit cavalierly. Sarcasm is not exactly a means of endearment."
"But, Markham old thing, I wasn't pining for Chester's affection."
"You think he knows, or suspects, something?"
Vance gazed through the long window into the bleak sky beyond.
