CHAPTER XIX
NOT ALL ABOUT IT
Colonel Harris sent in his card to Sir Thomas Ryder. He had driven over from the Langham in a hansom—holding taxicabs in even more whole-hearted abhorrence than before. He inquired at once if Sir Thomas was in his private sanctum, and if so whether he might see him.
Curiously enough the chief, usually quite inaccessible to the casual visitor—whether relative or stranger—received his brother-in-law immediately.
"Hello, Will," he said by way of greeting, the way Englishmen have of saying that they are pleased to see one another.
"Hello," responded Colonel Harris in the same eloquent tone.
And the two old boys shook hands.
Sir Thomas then resumed his official chair behind his huge desk and motioned his brother-in-law to an arm-chair close by.
"Have a cigar," said the host.
"Thanks," rejoined the other.
The box was handed across, a Havana selected.