“I’d like to see him,” murmured Mr. Bindane, quite unmoved.
“Well, I never!” said his wife.
“I’ll go and see if he’s busy,” Rupert volunteered.
“Thanks,” droned Mr. Bindane, his mouth dropping more widely open than usual.
A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY—BURNING SANDS
“Well, you have got some nerve!” exclaimed his wife.
Rupert went out of the room, and sought the Great Man in his study.
“What is it, what is it?” Lord Blair muttered with some irritation, looking up from a mass of disordered papers.
“Oh, sorry, sir,” said Rupert. “I didn’t know you were busy. There’s somebody here who wants to see you.”