"I wish that I had gone myself," he declared. "She obviously
wished me to, but it happened to be inconvenient. By-the-bye,
Tavernake, close the door, will you? There is another matter
concerning which I should like to speak to you."
Tavernake did as he was bidden at once, without any disquietude.
His own services to the firm were of such a nature that he had no
misgiving whatever as to his employer's desire for a private
interview.
"It is about the Marston Rise estate," Mr. Dowling explained,
arranging his pince nez. "I believe that the time is coming when
some sort of overtures should be made. You know what has been in
my mind for a very considerable time."
Tavernake nodded.
"Yes," he admitted, "I know quite well."
"I did hear a rumor," Mr. Dowling continued, "that some one had
bought one small plot on the outskirts of the estate. I dare say
it is not true, and in any case it is not worth while troubling
about, but it shows that the public is beginning to nibble. I am
of opinion that the time is almost--yes, almost ripe for a move."
"Do you wish me to do anything in the matter, sir?" Tavernake
asked.
"In the first place," Mr. Dowling declared, "I should like you to
try to find out whether any of the plots have really been sold,
and, if so, to whom, and what would be their price. Can you do
this during the week?"
"I think so," Tavernake answered.
"Say Monday morning," Mr. Dowling suggested, taking down his hat.
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