He was met in the hall by Hubbard the butler, an old colourless man of genteel movements which seemed slow and were astonishingly quick.

He spoke in gentle purring tones and was the very butler for Mr.Harold Hazlewood.
"Your father has been asking for you, sir," said Hubbard.

"He seems a little anxious.

He is in the big room." "Very well," said Dick, and he crossed the hall and the drawing-room, wondering what new plan for the regeneration of the world was being hatched in his father's sedulous brains.

He had received a telegram at Camberley the day before urgently calling upon him to arrive at Little Beeding in time for luncheon.