"Did he say anything more, sir?"
"Oh! A lot. But that was the only thing of the slightest practical use, and I knew that already." He stared thoughtfully out of the window. "You'd better know," he continued at length, "that as far as I can see we're up against a remarkably tough proposition."
"Indeed, sir," murmured his servant. "Then perhaps I had better stop any further insertion of that advertisement. It works out at six shillings a time."
Drummond burst out laughing. "What would I do without you, oh! my James," he cried. "But you may as well stop it. Our hands will be quite full for some time to come, and I hate disappointing hopeful applicants for my services."
"The gentleman is asking for you, sir." Mrs. Denny's voice from the door made them look round, and Hugh rose.
"Is he talking sensibly, Mrs. Denny?" he asked eagerly, but she shook her head.
"Just the same, sir," she announced. "Looking round the room all dazed like. And he keeps on saying 'Danger.' "
Hugh walked quickly along the passage to the room where the millionaire lay in bed.
"How are you feeling?" said Drummond cheerfully.
The man stared at him uncomprehendingly, and shook his head.
"Do you remember last night?" Hugh continued, speaking very slowly and distinctly. Then a sudden idea struck him and he pulled the scrap of paper out of his case. "Do you remember signing that?" he asked, holding it out to him.
