Chapter 14

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌⁠Duson entered the sitting-room, noiseless as ever, with pale, passionless face, the absolute prototype of the perfect French servant, to whom any expression of vigorous life seems to savour of presumption. He carried a small silver salver, on which reposed a card.

“The gentleman is in the ante-room, sir,” he announced.

Mr. Sabin took up the card and studied it.

“Lord Robert Foulkes.”

“Do I know this g