‘It is this: Mr. Simon Lock has a mysterious animus against Raphael Craig; what the cause of that animus is neither I nor any of the other directors can guess, but it exists. (Remember, all this is between friends.) It is Mr. Lock who has forced on this secret inquiry. The other directors were against a proceeding which is rather underhand and contrary to the best traditions of the bank. But Mr. Simon Lock had his way.’ Here Lord Dolmer lighted another cigarette and resumed. ‘I ask you, Why should the bank interfere? A bank manager has a perfect right to live where he likes, and, outside office hours, to do what he likes, so long as he obeys the laws of the country and the laws of respectability. Mr. Lock laid stress on the fact that Raphael Craig had been fined for furious motor-car driving. But what of that? It is a misfortune which may overtake the wisest of us. You, my dear Redgrave, well know that even I have several times only narrowly escaped the same ignominious fate. The fact is--and I tell you this candidly--there is something between Mr. Simon Lock and Raphael Craig. When Mr. Lock joined the Board one of his first actions was to suggest that Craig should be asked to resign--why, no one knows. Craig is one of the most able bank managers in London. He would long since have been promoted to a superior post but for Mr. Simon Lock’s consistent opposition. For these reasons, as I say, I am glad that you have retired from the case. For anything I know Raphael Craig may be one of the biggest scoundrels at large. I don’t care. The point is that he has not been fairly treated by us--that is to say, by Simon Lock. I have the honour to be an Englishman, and fair play is my creed.’ His lordship was silent for a space, and then he said, by way of finale, ‘Of course, I rely absolutely upon your discretion, Redgrave.’ Richard nodded. ‘What you say is very interesting,’ he remarked. ‘It is conceivable, then, that Mr. Lock, not to be daunted by my defection, may insist on employing another private detective?’ ‘Quite conceivable,’ Lord Dolmer admitted. ‘In that case,’ Richard began, and then stopped. ‘What?’ asked Lord Dolmer. ‘Oh, nothing!’ said Richard. Lord Dolmer smiled, and, still smiling, said: ‘One word of advice, my friend: forget her.’ ‘Why?’ Richard questioned absently, and bit his lip. ‘Forget her,’ repeated the Baron. CHAPTER IX--A VISIT Well, he determined, with the ferocious resoluteness of a dogged soul, to follow Lord Dolmer’s advice. He said to himself that there ought to be no special difficulty in doing so, since only three days had passed since he first saw this creature whom he was enjoined to forget. He walked slowly along Piccadilly, down Regent Street, and through Trafalgar Square to his little office in Adelphi Terrace. Some trifling business awaited him there, and this occupied him till the hour of luncheon. He then went out and lunched, as his custom was, at Gatti’s.