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It was two days later, and Lyston was back in the North again. This time he made no pretence at disguise, but turned up at the castle in a hired motor and boldly asked to see Heronspey. He had made a little detour before reaching his destination, so that he could pass the old water mill, and he noticed with satisfaction that the wheel was still and that the whole place presented a deserted appearance. For the present, at any rate, the business which had gone on there had ceased, and no doubt all that carefully prepared paper was either on its way to London or had already arrived. Within a few hours now it might be safe to call in Scotland Yard and make the proposed raid on the house in Manton-street. There was no hurry, so that Lyston could afford to take his time.
He found Heronspey, as usual, in the great library engaged on the business connected with his estate. The old man rose and greeted his guest with a flattering eagerness that showed how anxious he was to know how things were going.