"Who is that?" he asked.
"Captain Griffiths is here with an escort, sir," Mills announced.
"He has seized the motor car outside, and he begs to be allowed
to come in."
CHAPTER XXXIII
Mills' words were plainly audible throughout the room. Philippa
made eager signs to Lessingham, pointing to the French windows.
Lessingham, however, shook his head.
"I prefer," he said gently, "to finish my conversation with your
husband."'
There was another and more insistent summons from outside. This
time it was Captain Griffiths' raucous voice.
"Sir Henry Cranston," he called out, "I am here with authority. I
beg to be admitted."
"Where is your escort?"
"In the hall."
"If I let you come in," Sir Henry continued, "will you come alone?"
"I should prefer it," was the eager reply. "I wish to make this
business as little unpleasant to--to everybody as possible."
Sir Henry softly turned the key, opened the door, and admitted
Griffiths. The man seemed to see no one else but Lessingham. He
would have hastened at once towards him, but Sir Henry laid his hand
upon his arm.
"You must kindly restrain your impatience for a few moments," he
insisted. "This is a private conference. Your business with the
Baron Maderstrom can be adjusted later."
"It is my duty," Griffiths proclaimed impatiently, "to arrest that
man as a spy.
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