“What did the detective want your lordship for?” “To ask about that infernal woman,” replied the other shortly. “Four Square Jane, eh? But did he ask you anything else?” His tone was one of respectful familiarity, if the paradox may be allowed. Claythorpe nodded. “He wanted to know about Miss Wilberforce’s fortune,” he said. Another silence, and then Remington asked: “I suppose you’ll be glad when that wedding is through, now?” There was a significant note in his voice, and Claythorpe looked up. “Of course, I shall,” he said sharply. “By the way, have you made arrangements about----” Remington nodded. “Do you think you’re wise?” he asked. “The securities had better stay in the vaults at the bank don’t you think, especially in view of this girl’s activities?” “Nothing of the sort,” replied Claythorpe violently. “Carry out my instructions, Remington, to the letter. What the devil do you mean by questioning any act of mine?” Remington raised his eyebrows the fraction of an inch. “Far be it from me to question your lordship’s actions; I am merely suggesting that----” “Well, suggest nothing,” said Lord Claythorpe. “You have given notice to the bank that I intend putting the bonds in a place of security?” “I have,” replied the other, “the manager has arranged for the box to be delivered here this afternoon. The assistant manager and the accountant are bringing it.” “Good!” said Claythorpe, “to-morrow I will take it down to my country place.” Remington was silent. “You don’t think it wise, eh?” the small eyes of Lord Claythorpe twinkled with malicious humour. “I see you’re scared of Four Square Jane, too.” “Not I,” said Remington quickly. “When is this marriage to occur?” “In a month,” said his lordship airily. “I suppose you’re thinking about your bonus.” Remington licked his dry lips. “I am thinking about the sum of four thousand pounds which your lordship owes me, and which I have been waiting for very patiently for the last two years,” he said. “I am tired of this kind of work, and I am anxious to have a little rest and recreation. I’m getting on in years, and it’s very nearly time I had a change.” Lord Claythorpe was scribbling idly on his blotting-pad. “How much do you think I will owe you, altogether, with the bonus I promised you for your assistance?” “Nearer ten thousand pounds than four,” replied the man. “Oh!” said his lordship carelessly. “That is a large sum, but you may depend upon receiving it the moment my boy is married. I have been spending a lot of money lately, Remington. It cost a lot to get back that pearl necklace.” “You mean the Venetian Armlet?” said the other quickly. “I didn’t know that you had the pearl necklace back?” “Anyway, I advertised for it,” said his lordship evasively. “Fixing no definite reward,” said Remington, “and for a very good reason.” “What do you mean?” asked Lord Claythorpe quickly.