The commissionaire, with his little group of satellites, stood sunning himself on the lowest step, a splendid, complacent figure.

There was no sign there of the horror that was hidden within.

Even while he looked up at the windows he felt a hand upon his arm.

Draconmeyer had caught him up and had fallen into step with him.
"Well, dear philosopher," he exclaimed, "why this subdued aspect?
Has your solitary day depressed you ?" Selingman turned slowly around.

Draconmeyer's eyes beneath his gold-rimmed spectacles were bright.