Diamond turned and sat down on the doorstep, thinking with himself
that the tall gentleman must either come in or come out, and he
was therefore in the best possible position for finding him.
He had not waited long before the door opened again; but when he
looked round, it was only the servant once more.

"Get, away" he said. "What are you doing on the doorstep?"

"Waiting for Mr. Raymond," answered Diamond, getting up.

"He's not at home."

"Then I'll wait till he comes," returned Diamond, sitting down again
with a smile.

What the man would have done next I do not know, but a step
sounded from the hall, and when Diamond looked round yet again,
there was the tall gentleman.

"Who's this, John?" he asked.

"I don't know, sir. An imperent little boy as will sit on the doorstep."

"Please sir" said Diamond, "he told me you weren't at home, and I
sat down to wait for you."

"Eh, what!" said Mr. Raymond. "John! John! This won't do.
Is it a habit of yours to turn away my visitors? There'll be some
one else to turn away, I'm afraid, if I find any more of this kind
of thing. Come in, my little man. I suppose you've come to claim