The thought of defying this overpowering woman did not enter Lord Hunstanton's mind. Nobody ever defied Mrs. Waddington. And so, some little time later, a cab drew up outside the Sheridan Apartment House and two figures proceeded to climb the stairs—for it was one of the pleasing features of the Sheridan that the elevator was practically always out of order.
Arrived at the top floor, Lord Hunstanton rang the bell. The sound echoed faintly within.
"Seems to be out," said his lordship, having tried again.
"We will wait."
"What, here?"
"On the roof."
"How long?"
"Until this Finch's man-servant returns."
"But he may be hours."
"Then we will wait hours."