The Wings of Victory by Fred M. White

A day or two had elapsed at Baron's Court, and, so far as Markham could see, nothing had happened that called for any special vigilance on his part. He had his own suspicions, of course, more especially as regarded the intimacy between Dorn and de Barsac; but, naturally enough, it was impossible for him to follow up his theory in this direction without arousing alarm on the part of the two men whom he had every reason to believe were a pair of particularly choice scoundrels. But, with all his suspicions, Markham could prove nothing, and it was very doubtful as to whether he had any real idea of the facts that had taken Sir Watney in such a great hurry to London.

So, therefore, he hung about the place, pretending to be busy, and keeping his eyes open altogether without result, so that by the end of the week he was both bored and disappointed and longing for companionship. He was free to go over to Lanton Place, of course, and all the more so because Frick and his associates were now busily engaged on the great drama, and day by day Lanton Place presented a picture of the most extraordinary activity.