“So he’s not to be disturbed. We’ll soon see about that,” he muttered as he walked up and down the hall waiting to hear the sound of the car, and as soon as it arrived he rushed away.
“62A Harley Street, as quickly as possible.”
The chauffeur looked at his master in surprise, but at the sight of his face he pressed in the clutch. There was no thought of tires or police as he speeded along to pull up with a jerk at the house. In answer to the ring a butler appeared and Gaunt walked into the hall.
“I must see Sir Felix at once. It is imperative,” he said fiercely.
“My master gave orders that he was not to be disturbed. He is not well and has gone to bed. Mr. Percival will attend to any urgent case.”
“Take my name up to your master.”
“I dare not,” the servant answered respectfully.
“Then stand aside.”
So saying Gaunt passed and ran up the stairs. When he reached the landing he called forth.
“Sir Felix.”