"I go not thus--empty-handed as I came.

After all these years of waiting." A knock fell upon the door, and Sir Richard's man entered.

His face was white, his eyes startled.
"Sir Richard," he announced, his voice lowered portentously, "there are some men here who insist upon seeing you." Mr.Caryll wheeled in his chair.

"Surely they did not ask for him by name ?" he inquired in the same low key employed by the valet.
The man nodded in silence.

Mr.Caryll swore through his teeth.