His eyes blinked once or twice, and there was a curious curve about his lips.
"You have done well, my boy," he pronounced slowly.

"Your scheme of bringing him here sounds a little primitive, but success justifies everything." Mr.Fentolin raised to his lips and blew softly a little gold whistle which hung from a chain attached to his waistcoat.

Almost immediately the door opened.

A man entered, dressed somberly in black, whose bearing and demeanour alike denoted the servant, but whose physique was the physique of a prize-fighter.

He was scarcely more than five feet six in height, but his shoulders were extraordinarily broad.