“It appears I am demanded,” he said, and went to the door. It was opened for him at once, and he stepped out into the hall to find Mr. Beauleigh trying to dodge the younger footman, who was refusing to let him pass. At the sight of Carstares he stepped back respectfully. Mr. Beauleigh, hot, distraught, breathless, fell upon my lord.

“Thank God you are here, sir!” he cried.

Carstares observed him with some surprise. Mr. Beauleigh had been so very frigid when last they had met.

“I am glad to be at your service, sir,” he bowed. “You have commands for me?”

“We are in terrible trouble,” almost moaned the other. “Betty bade me come to find you, or failing you, Sir Miles, for none other can help us!”