Chapter 23

"Trust me, sir," said Mander. It was a favourite expression of his--and, happily, the man he guarded did not know the right answer. * * * * * The car was waiting at the door, and in this the five were driven to the Herbert Hall and admitted at a private entrance. As the hands of Mr. Orsan's watch pointed to nine its wearer walked forward on to the platform with his bodyguard, and the audience, forgetting, in the cheer of the blessed feast, their natural and year-long grievance against their …