The man was obsessed with one idea only. The fulfilment of Doctor Fraser's demands, and the saving of the one precious life which was far more to him than his own. The nervous tension at which his efforts left him made him literally jump at the sound of the voice of the man who had entered the room so silently.
"Miss Raysun would be glad to know if you would spare her a few minutes, sir. She say's it's a matter of importance."
The millionaire swung his chair about, and faced the man in the darkness.
"Turn on the lights," he said sharply. "You can draw the curtains; then tell Miss Raysun to come right along."
The electric switch clicked and the room was flooded with light. Then the servant crossed the room silently and drew the curtains. Then he moved over to the door, hesitated, and finally stopped.
"She has some one with her, sir," he said doubtfully.
This man was in full possession of the gossip of the house. Besides, he valued his position.
"Who?"
Hendrie's question came with an alert inflection. He understood the man's doubt.
"It's Mr. Smith—Mr. Frank Smith—I think, sir."