"Sir?" said the figure.
Mr. Waddington felt relieved. It was not his wife. It was Ferris. And Ferris was the one person he particularly wanted at that moment to meet. For it was Ferris who could most expeditiously bring him something to drink.
"Sh!" whispered Sigsbee H. "Anyone about?"
"Sir?"
"Where is Mrs. Waddington?"
"In her boudoir, sir."
Sigsbee H. had expected as much.
"Anyone in the library?"
"No, sir."
"Then bring me a drink in there, Ferris. And don't tell anybody you've seen me."