"Ah! you are really here, then, in this odious gloom? You will show me where I can find my husband?"
Arnold stepped back and threw open the door of the inner office. She laughed into his face.
"Do not go away," she ordered. "Come in with me. I want to thank you for looking after me the other day."
Arnold murmured a few words of excuse and turned away. Mr. Tidey Junior carefully arranged his necktie and slipped down from his stool.
"Jarvis," he exclaimed, "a free lunch and my lifetime's gratitude if you'll send me into the governor's office on any pretext whatever!"
Mr. Jarvis, who was answering the telephone, took off his gold-rimmed spectacles and wiped them.
"Some one must go in and say that Mr. Burland, of Harris & Burland, wishes to know at what time he can see the governor. I think you had better let Chetwode go, though."
The young man turned away, humming a tune.
"Not I!" he replied. "Don't be surprised, you fellows, if I am not out just yet. The governor's certain to introduce me."
He knocked at the door confidently and disappeared. In a very few seconds he was out again. His appearance was not altogether indicative of conquest.