Harker, evidently expecting him, and meanwhile amusing himself with his pipe and book, rose from his chair as the younger man entered.
"Found anything ?" he asked.
"We're done!" answered Bryce.

"I was a fool not to go last night! We're forestalled, my friend!--that's about it!" "By--whom ?" inquired Harker.
"There are five of them at it, now," replied Bryce.

"Mitchington, a mason, one of the cathedral clergy, a stranger, and the Duke of Saxonsteade! What do you think of that ?" Harker suddenly started as if a new light had dawned on him.
"The Duke!" he exclaimed.

"You don't say so! My conscience!--now, I wonder if that can really be?
Upon my word, I'd never thought of it!" "Thought of what ?" demanded Bryce.
"Never mind! tell you later," said Harker.

"At present, is there any chance of getting a look at them ?" "That's what I came for," retorted Bryce.