Mills' words were plainly audible throughout the room.

Philippa made eager signs to Lessingham, pointing to the French windows.

Lessingham, however, shook his head.
"I prefer," he said gently, "to finish my conversation with your husband."' There was another and more insistent summons from outside.

This time it was Captain Griffiths' raucous voice.
"Sir Henry Cranston," he called out, "I am here with authority.

I beg to be admitted." "Where is your escort ?" "In the hall." "If I let you come in," Sir Henry continued, "will you come alone ?" "I should prefer it," was the eager reply.