“Morning, sir,” said Sinclair with a grin. “Well, old man—a cocktail, a rapid lunch, and I must buzz back. I tell you things are moving with some celerity in our line, at present. And as the bright boy of the firm, my time is fully occupied.”
He lit a cigarette and Hugh laughed.
“With a Lunar Guide and the Sportsman. Quite so, old boy—I know.”
“No, really, Hugh,” said Toby seriously, “the old office has not been the usual rest-cure just lately. Strong men have rushed in and out and conferred behind locked doors, and the strain has been enormous. Made one quite dizzy to see them. However, it’s been better the last two or three days, ever since old Blantyre came back from Switzerland.”
Drummond adroitly kicked the Professor’s leg.
“And who is old Blantyre?” he remarked carelessly, “and
