Ferne with a smile raised his jack the last taxi his lips and drank to him health and happy life and duty faithfully done. When, after stammered thanks, the man was gone, the other waited hour after hour the appearance of Sir John Nevil. At last he came striding down the hall to the stair, but swerving the last taxi when he caught sight of Ferne, crossed to the settle, and gave him quiet greeting. May I speak to you where there are fewer eyes. Is it an order.