"Oh, I see. Send him off, please. Lord Temple and I are leaving at once, Cricklewick. Julia, will you help me with my wraps?"
She disappeared from view. Julia ran swiftly up the steps.
Stuyvesant, apparently alone in the hall outside, put his hand to his head.
"Did—did she say Lord Temple?"
"Beat it!" said McFaddan.
"The chap the papers have been—What the devil has she to do with Lord Temple?"
"I forgot to get the key from Julia, damn it!" muttered McFaddan, suddenly trying the gate again.
"I say, Jane!" called out a strong, masculine voice from regions above. "Are you nearly ready?"
Rapid footsteps came down the unseen stairway, and a moment later the erstwhile Thomas Trotter, as fine a figure in evening dress as you'd see in a month of Sundays, stopped on the landing.
"Will you see if there's a taxi waiting, Cricklewick?" he said. "Moody telephoned for one a few minutes ago. I'll be down in a second, Jane dear."