“Yes, Your Excellency.”
“Can you dress very quietly, get your car and come up here to the Mansion without letting anybody know of it?”
“I will do what you command.”
“I need you, boy, and I need you quick.”
“I come.”
“Stop the car at the street beyond the side door and come in that way. Cato will let you in. Come to my bedroom quietly so as not to wake Jenkins. Can you find your way?”
For just one single long second that grande dame, Roberta, the Marquise of Grez and Bye, cowered in fear upon her warm bed in the house of her Uncle, the General Robert, at the thought of going out into the night at the command of a man, and then that devoted daredevil, Mr. Robert Carruthers, answered into the telephone to the Gouverneur Faulkner:
“Immediately I come to you.”