CHAPTER XIV.

THE WEEK-END At the conclusion of breakfast Seton Darville made an excuse to go out for a quarter of an hour, and at once went to the telephone call-office; for he had no ’phone at the flat. He went to Hove for quiet and rest, hence his refusal to instal an instrument. It was Sunday morning, therefore the call he put through to the North British Hotel at Edinburgh was quickly responded to, and a few moments later he found himself speaking with Sandy Paton. “Darville speaking,” he said. “I’ve just seen the paper. On…