_He_ had no dinner-table--at least, he had no dinner on it! Who the man might be Bertram thought he could easily guess.

It was either Arkwright or Calderwell, of course; and probably that tiresome Alice Greggory was mixed up in it somehow.

He did wish Billy-- Six o'clock came, then half-past.

Bertram was indeed frightened now, but he was more angry, and still more hungry.

He had, in fact, reached that state of blind unreasonableness said to be peculiar to hungry males from time immemorial.
At ten minutes of seven a key clicked in the lock of the outer door, and William and Billy entered the hall.
It was almost dark.