"Edgar," replied Gaydon, with a glance from the tail of his eye which
Wogan did not fail to remark.

"Aha!" said he. "Edgar, to be sure, since you saw the King. But besides
Edgar, did you see anyone else?"

"Whittington," said Gaydon.

"Oho!" said Wogan, thoughtfully. "So you saw my friend Harry Whittington
at Rome. Did you see him with the King?"

Gaydon was becoming manifestly uncomfortable.

"He was waiting for the King," he replied.

"Indeed. And whereabouts was he waiting for the King?"

"Oh, outside a house in Rome," said Gaydon, as though he barely
remembered the incident. "It was no business of mine, that I could see."

"None whatever, to be sure," answered Wogan, cordially. "But why in the
world should Whittington be waiting for the King outside a house in
Rome?"

"It was night-time. He carried a lantern."

"Of course, if it was night-time," exclaimed Wogan, in his most
unsuspicious accent, "and the King wished to pay a visit to a house in
Rome, he would take an attendant with a lantern. A servant, though, one
would have thought, unless, of course, it was a private sort of visit--"

"It was no business of mine," Gaydon interrupted; "and so I made no
inquiries of Whittington."