'If you'll wait here for half a moment,' he suggested.
She nodded and he sprang down and ran lightly up the steps. He was back again almost at once.
'The first name I came across,' he announced,—'17 Belgrave Square is the town address. Shall I drive there? It's quite close.'
She assented. In a few moments they arrived at their destination. Suzanne stood under the stone portico and rang the bell. In due course a butler appeared.
'General Matravers is not seeing anybody, madam,' was his prompt reply to Suzanne's inquiry. 'The doctor has ordered him complete rest.'
'My business,' Suzanne explained, 'is very urgent.'
'So every reporter who has been here to-day has told me,' the man replied a little wearily. No one has been allowed to see him.'
'Is Lady Matravers in?' Suzanne persisted.
'Lady Matravers is not receiving. Perhaps you would like to leave your name and a message, madam?' the man suggested.
A tall, dark-haired woman, who had been crossing the hall, paused. She came a few steps towards Suzanne.