West caught a glimpse of a green lawn, a maze of stables at the rear, and a tennis-court with several busily engaged players.

Then they were at the side entrance, and a servant, in the same unobtrusive livery as the chauffeur, was quietly opening the door.

He turned and helped his companion to emerge.
"Take the gentleman's bag to the Blue Room, Sexton," she said calmly, "and then lay out his evening clothes." "Yes, miss." "I will be in the hall when you come down, Captain, but there is no hurry." West followed the servant up the softly carpeted stairs, finding the apartment assigned him not only extremely comfortable, but even elegant in its furnishing.

He stood at the window looking down on the tennis court, while Sexton opened the bag, and spread out the required garments on the bed.

Evidently he was in a home of wealth and refinement.