“Upon my word, I don’t know,” answered Jadwin. “I discovered a new one yesterday. Fact. I was having a look around, and I came out into a little kind of smoking-room or other that, I swear, I’d never seen before. I had to get Laura to tell me about it.”

The elevator sank to the lower floor, and Jadwin and the broker stepped out into the main hallway. From the drawing-room near by came the sound of women’s voices.

“Before we go in,” said Jadwin, “I want you to see our art gallery and the organ. Last time you were up, remember, the men were still at work in here.”

They passed down a broad corridor, and at the end, just before parting the heavy, sombre curtains, Jadwin pressed a couple of electric buttons, and in the open space above the curtain sprang up a lambent, steady glow.