The policeman unlocked the door. Mrs. Waddington, followed by Lord Hunstanton, emerged. Lord Hunstanton eyed Mr. Waddington warily, and sidled with an air of carelessness towards the stairway. Accelerating his progress as he neared the door, he vanished abruptly. Lord Hunstanton was a well-bred man who hated a fuss: and every instinct told him that this was one. He was better elsewhere, he decided.
"Stop that man!" ejaculated Officer Garroway. He turned back, baffled, with a darkening brow. "Now he's gone!" he said soberly. "And he was wanted up in Syracuse."
Sigsbee H. Waddington shook his head. He was not fond of that town, but he had a fair mind.
"Even in Syracuse," he said, "they wouldn't want a man like that."
"It was Willie the Dude, and I was going to take him to the station-house."
"You are mistaken, Garroway," said Hamilton Beamish. "That was Lord Hunstanton, a personal acquaintance of mine."
"You know him, Mr. Beamish?"
"Quite."
"Do you know her?" asked the policeman, pointing to Mrs. Waddington.
"Intimately."