Chapter XX The Loyalist

* * * * * Denny and Conway had scarcely departed through the window when Sir Anthony entered in a manner distinctly furtive, by the door. In his hand he carried the evening paper. He stole to the sideboard, from which he extracted a sherry decanter and glass. He was engaged in filling one from the other when he heard a light step behind him. It was Joan. “Hallo, Uncle Tony!” she said. “Proceeding from labour to refreshment?” “Yes, my dear.” “What did you think of our chairman this aftern…