The revolving doors closed behind her, and the car swung out once more into the Strand, glided down the Mall, past Buckingham Palace, and stopped at last before the great, lifeless house in Belgrave Square.

Nigel opened the front door with a latchkey and turned on the light.
"You won't mind sparing me a few minutes ?" he begged.
"I suppose not," she answered, shivering.
He led the way to the study.

She threw off her cloak and sank into the depths of one of the big easy-chairs.

She looked very frail and rather pathetic as she leaned her head against the chair back.

Now that the excitement was over, the strain of the emotion she had experienced showed in the violet shadows under her eyes and in the droop of her shoulders.
"I am tired," she said plaintively.
Nigel came over and sat on the arm of her chair.
"Tell me what happened to-night, Maggie." "The little Chinese girl sent for me to go to her box," she explained.
"She told me where in Prince Shan's house were hidden the papers which revealed the understanding between Immelan and himself.