A man in black clothes, obviously a valet, came up to Colonel Adams.
"I've put everything ready in your room, sir," he said. "Is there anything else?"
"No, there is nothing else, Snell," the soldier answered. "You can go to bed now."
The man was moving away when Adams called him back.
"Oh, by the way, Snell, did you find out what I asked you? It is Mrs. Admaston who is staying here, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, she is here with her maid, and——"
"Well?"
The man seemed to hesitate slightly, but at length he spoke: "Mr. Roderick Collingwood is here too, sir."
"Is he, by Jove!" Adams said, more to his friend than to his servant. "Very well, Snell. Good night."
The valet withdrew, and Colonel Adams puffed vigorously at his pipe for a minute or two.