CHAPTER 22Albert Caddle came into the room with a jaunty air. He was not very tall, but he was very well built and beyond all question a handsome young man. His curly dark hair was now rather longer than he had been allowed to wear it in the Army. His bold dark eyes looked over Lamb, looked over Miss Silver, and didn’t think much of either of them. He said in a defiant tone,
“Here, what’s all this?”
Lamb stared him down. A man who is sure of his authority and who has a thousand years of solid English law behind him has got something, and knows it.
Albert Caddle’s eyes did not fall, but they shifted. Then, and not till then, Lamb spoke.
“You are Albert Caddle?”
Albert Caddle hitched a shoulder up and said,
“That’s me.”
“You are employed by Mr. Harlow as his chauffeur?”
“That’s right
