"Extraordinary youth followed us out shooting, and came up at lunch
asking for you. Boy of about sixteen. Mysterious cove with the
assurance of Mephistopheles. Some question of fifty pounds was to
get from you on delivering letter. Gave him your address and he
departed for London."
I couldn't make head or tail of Pat's wire, and I put it down on the
table for future consideration, when Williams hurried in with a pad of
paper.
"Danvers just 'phoned through," he said, "and I've sent the message
downstairs for the stop press."