Chapter IV

He interviewed Lattery, and could not determine whether he had to do with an unfaithful steward or a great stupid oaf who was scared to death by the sudden apparition of a gentleman whom he believed to be some thousands of miles away. ‘Where had you been?’ ‘Seeing it was Thursday,’ said Lattery in his slow perplexed voice. ‘Where had you been?’ ‘Seeing it was Thursday, Mr Charles—I beg your pardon, _sir_—seeing it was Thursday and the day I take my pay from the lawyer same as he arranged—and I put it to him fair an…