"No, Your Excellency."
"Send and tell him to come at once."
"He has been sent for, Your Excellency."
"Send again."
The man disappeared.
Molara rang the bell once more. He met the servant in the doorway.
"Is there a mounted orderly?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Finished, Miguel?"
"Here," said the Secretary, getting up and handing the message to the startled attendant,—"at speed."