“Well, is his man here?” demanded the girl.
“Why, he let you in,” blurted Gladwin.
“I don’t mean the Japanese.”
“You mean the butler, perhaps,” Gladwin corrected.
“Yes,” Helen answered mechanically.
Travers Gladwin felt it was time for Barnes to take a hand again, as his mental airship was bucking badly in the invisible air currents.
“Is Gladwin’s butler here?” he inquired sharply, frowning at Barnes.
“No,” said Barnes promptly.
“I am sorry, but he is not here,” Gladwin communicated to Helen.