"That is a matter that I cannot discuss." Sir Harry had an admirable manner for this sort of contest. It was an adaptation of his board-room method, "Gentlemen, if you please we will proceed with the agenda;" an icy interposition that had so often chilled the inquisitive shareholder. "Of course," Hank went on, "I don’t exactly know what the Duke will say—but I can guess." "What the Duke says," said Sir Harry loftily, "will not affect my plans." "I should imagine, though," said Hank thoughtfully, "that he won’t take much notice of your notice." "What!" said Sir Harry, "take no notice—good heavens, sir, are you aware that there’s a law in this country?" "There is a rumour to that effect," said the American cautiously, "but I reckon that a little thing like that won’t worry him—you see he’s a Duke." The awe in his voice impressed even Sir Harry. "Duke? Duke! Rubbish! Bosh! Nonsense! Duke?" snapped Sir Harry. "We don’t share your worship of titles, sir. What is a title? A mere handle, a useless appendage, a——" Then he recollected. "Of course," he qualified, "there are titles—er—to which respect is due; titles—er—bestowed by a grateful country upon its—um—public men, philanthropists, et cetera; upon citizens who have identified themselves with—er—national movements——" "Such as Jubilee almshouses," said the approving Hank. Sir Harry turned very red. "Exactly," he agreed with some embarrassment, "I—er—myself have had such a mark of the sovereign’s favour. But as to the Duke—well the Duke you know—in fact I’m no believer in hereditary titles. Our family have never countenanced them, never desired them, claimed no relation——" "The cadet branch of the Howards," murmured Hank. "That is a different matter," spluttered Sir Harry; "we have had no ancestors of recent years—I mean we do not—in fact—" he blazed wrathfully, "you’ve got to get out of No. 64, whether you like it or not!" Hal had been an interested listener. Somewhat unwisely he now took a hand. "The fact of it is, my friend——" he began, Hank turned on him with extravagant dignity. "Say," he said in an injured tone, "there’s no necessity for you to butt in: I don’t mind Sir Harry readin’ the Riot Act, I do object to him callin’ out the militia." Hal’s reply was arrested by the arrival of a servant bearing a telegram. Without any apology to his visitor Sir Harry opened and read it. He read it twice like a man in a dream, and handed it to Hal who read it aloud. "To TANNEUR, Hydeholme. "Just got your notice to quit: most interesting document: am framing it.—DE MONTVILLIER." "The Duke’s home," commented Hank, and his brows knit in a troubled frown. "I wonder whether I ordered enough sausages?" IV "I have asked you to come to see me, Mr. Nape," said the Duke, "because I feel I owe you an apology." The criminologist nodded stiffly.