“Well, he’ll be here at any moment now. Mind he is shown up without any delay.”
“Certainly, my lord.”
And the sleek, over-fed domestic goes off smiling.
Ten minutes later, and there is a ring at the doorbell. Lord Westray starts and listens.
“It’s he!” he ejaculates briefly.
And in a few minutes the “he” is politely waved in by Stuggins.
“Mr. Trackem, my lord.”
“All right, Stuggins, shut the door. Not at home if any one else calls.”
“Very good, my lord.”
The door is shut, and Lord Westray rises and shakes the new-comer by the hand.