CHAPTER XXX.
THE CARSTAIRS MOTTO Mr.Lindsey reflected a moment after getting that precise answer, and he glanced at me as if trying to recollect something.
"That would be the very morning after the affair of the yacht ?" he asked of me.
But before I could speak, Mr.Paley took the words out of my mouth.
"Quite right." he said quietly.

"I knew nothing of it at the time, of course, but I have read a good deal in the newspapers since.

It was the morning after Sir Gilbert left Berwick in his yacht." "Did he mention anything about the yacht to you ?" inquired Mr.Lindsey.
"Not a word! I took it that he had come in to see me in the ordinary way," replied the stockbroker.

"He wasn't here ten minutes.

I had no idea whatever that anything had happened." "Before we go any further," said Mr.Lindsey, "may I ask you to tell us what he came for?
You know that Mr.Portlethorpe is his solicitor ?--I am asking the question on his behalf as well as my own." "I don't know why I shouldn't tell you," answered Mr.Paley.