All they would say was that the strange sahib had intercepted them on their way to the town, to ask if there were any rooms to rent in the chateau.
"That's what he told you to say, isn't it ?" demanded Britt angrily.
"Confounded his impudence! Rooms to rent!" That evening he dragged the reluctant Saunders into the privacy of the hanging garden, and deliberately interrupted the game of bridge which was going on.

If Deppingham had any intention to resent the intrusion of the solicitors, he was forestalled by the startling announcement of Mr.
Britt, who seldom stood on ceremony where duty was concerned.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Mr.Britt, calmly dropping into a chair near by, "this place is full of spies." "Spies!" cried four voices in unison.

Mr.Saunders nodded a plaintive apology.
"Yes, sir, every native servant here is a spy.

That's what the Enemy was here for to-day.

I've analysed the situation and I'm right.