"Miss Heredith has had the room next to Sir Philip's prepared, sir."
"No doubt you are tired, Mr. Colwyn, and would like to retire," Phil said.
"Thank you, I should. I travelled from Scotland last night, and had very little sleep."
"In that case you will be glad to go to bed at once. I will show you to your room," said the young man, rising from the table.
"Please do not bother," replied Colwyn, noting the worn air and white face of the other. "You look done up yourself."
"Miss Heredith was anxious that you should retire as soon as you could, sir, so as to get as much rest as possible after your journey," put in the butler, with the officious solicitude of an old servant.
"Then I shall leave you in Tufnell's care," said Phil, holding out his hand as he said good night.
He went out of the room, and Colwyn was left with the old butler.
"Is it your wish to retire now?" the latter inquired.
"I shall be glad to do so, if you will show me to my bedroom."