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“Take my card to him and ask if he can spare me a few minutes,” and he dropped his visiting card on the tray.

“Walk in, suh,” exclaimed Joshua, impressed by Douglas’ well-groomed appearance; then he hesitated, embarrassed by a sudden idea.

“I’ll wait here,” volunteered Douglas, stepping inside the square hall.

“All right, suh,” Joshua closed the front door, “just a moment, suh,” and he stepped softly across the hall and into a room. Douglas glanced about him curiously and caught a glimpse of spacious rooms and lofty ceilings. It was a double house, and to the right of the entrance was the drawing-room, and back of that another large room, which Douglas took to be the dining room, judging from the glittering silver pieces on a high sideboard of which he had a glimpse through the door leading into the square hall. Across from the drawing-room was the room into which Joshua had disappeared, and back of that a broad circular staircase which ran up to the top floor.

Douglas was idly gazing out of the glass panel of the front door when Joshua returned, followed by a middle-aged man with a keen, clever face.