"There was such a telegram," said William. "I heard Mr. Horrex a-discussing of it in the pantry. The mistress took the name for a telegraphic address, and sent it back to the office, saying there must be some mistake."
"But I sent it myself!"
"Indeed, sir?"
"It contained an order to get my room ready."
"This gentleman is Mr. Richardson," explained the younger footman.
"Indeed, sir?" William's face brightened. "In that case there's no 'arm done, for your room is ready, and I laid out your dress myself. Mr. 'Erbert gave particular instructions before going out."
"Mr. Herbert?" I gazed around me blankly. Who in the name of wonder was Mr. Herbert?
"If you will allow me, sir," suggested William, taking my bag, while the other went back to his post.
"Thank you," said I, "but I know my own room, I hope."
He shook his head. "The mistress made some alterations at the last moment, and you're on the fourth floor over the street. Mr. 'Erbert's last words were that if you arrived before him I was to 'ope you didn't mind being so near the roof."