"The grounds are well kept," remarked McConnachie as they proceeded up
the short avenue.

"Aye, aye, they are that!" was the other's ready answer.

"It seems a big building!" said the old man, as they drove up to the
entrance.

"Far bigger than I expected," said Farquharson.

The cabby rang the bell, and the door was opened by a man-servant, who
came down the steps and opened the carriage door. Farquharson got out
first and incautiously walked up the steps toward the door of the
building. With a madman's cunning, McConnachie whispered to the
servant:

"That's the gentleman I was to bring. He's gone in, so I need not
wait. Tell the man to drive back."

And the agonized Farquharson beheld his charge rapidly driving away and
leaving him behind alone.

"Stop! Stop!" he cried in an angry voice. "That's the man I was
bringing here! He's not fit to be left alone. I tell you he's the
daft man! I'm only a friend!"

"Quite so, sir," said the servant quietly. "It will be all right if
you will step in for a few minutes. We can easily explain to the
Governor."