“Nogam!”
“Yes, sir?”
“Where is the Princess Sofia?”
“In ’er apartment, sir.”
“And Mr. Karslake?”
“In ’is.”
“Then be good enough to send Shaik Tsin to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, Nogam!”—the servant checked in the act of turning—“I shan’t need you again to-night.”
“’Nk you, sir.”