He glanced at its gates and at its sign now with an almost youthful awe and reverence--the reverence of the man of considerable wealth for the men of enormous wealth--and while his eyes were thus busy a taxi-cab came along the Lane, stopped by the entrance to New Court, and set down Mrs.Marlow.
Allerdyke instinctively shrank back within the curtains of the smoking-room window.

There was no reason why he should have done so.

He had no objection to Franklin Fullaway's secretary seeing him standing in a window of the City Carlton Club; he knew no reason why Mrs.Marlow should object to be seen getting out of a cab in St.Swithin's Lane.

Yet, he drew back, and, from his concealed position, watched.

Not that there was anything out of the ordinary to watch.