A long, breathless moment, then the door was thrown open, revealing the solemn manservant standing out against the lighted vestibule.
"I wish to see Mr. Darrell," said Lord Watergate, shortly.
"He's not at home, your lordship."
Gertrude pressed her hand to her heart.
"He is at home to me, as you perfectly well know."
"He has gone abroad, your lordship."
Gertrude swayed forward a little, steadying herself against the lintel, where she stood in darkness behind Lord Watergate.
"There are lights in the studio, and you must let me in," said Lord Watergate, sternly.
The man's face betrayed him.