Chapter FourWarren was having breakfast at seven-thirty the next morning when Mr. Greyshott came into the room.
He had been his uncle’s chief secretary ever since Warren could remember and was a grey-haired man of over fifty.
He was exceedingly efficient and had the character to exercise an authority that nobody disputed.
He had been at the station last night to meet Warren, who now looked up with a smile to say,
“Good morning, Greyshott! Despite the late hour at which I got to bed I am ready for all the burdens with which you no doubt propose to confront me!”
Mr. Greyshott laughed and replied.
“I hope they will not be too overwhelming, my Lord.”
“Sit down and tell me about the arrangements for tomorrow,” Warren said in a different tone.
Mr. Greyshott sat down at the table and wave
