CHAPTER XVI

Stephen and George Henry were lingering over their single glass of port on the eighth evening after their arrival at Keston Court. Between them lay a little pile of memorandum books, and a box of cigarettes from which it was their custom to take one each with their coffee. "On the whole," Stephen pronounced, "I think we may consider this first week satisfactory." "The results disclosed by the books are encouraging," George Henry admitted. "Hungarian partridges appear to be luxuries," Stephen continued. "Mr. Andrews…