“Five o’clock from Victoria, sir.”

“That’s right. You will come with me, Knighton. Tell my man, Archer, and pack your own things. See to everything here. I want to go round to Curzon Street.”

The telephone rang sharply, and the secretary lifted the receiver.

“Yes; who is it?”

Then to Van Aldin:

“ Mr. Goby, sir.”

“Goby? I can’t see him now. No⁠—wait, we have plenty of time. Tell them to send him up.”