"You are very thorough, aren't you?" she remarked.

"The people of the country whom it is my destiny to serve all are,"
he replied. "One weak link, you know, may sometimes spoil the
mightiest chain."

She closed the door and took up the telephone.

"Number three, please," she began. "Are you the hotel? The manager?
Good! I am speaking for Lady Cranston. She wishes a sitting-room,
bedroom and bath-room reserved for a friend of ours who is arriving
to-day--a Mr. Hamar Lessingham. You have his luggage already, I
believe. Please do the best you can for him.--Certainly.--Thank
you very much."

She set down the receiver. The door was quickly opened and shut.
Philippa reappeared, carrying an armful of clothes.

"Why, you've brought his grey suit," Helen cried in dismay, "the
one he looks so well in!"

"Don't be an idiot," Philippa scoffed. "I had to bring the first
I could find. Take them in to Mr. Lessingham, and for heaven's
sake see that he hurries! Henry's train is due, and he may be here
at any moment."

"I'll tell him," Helen promised. "I'll smuggle him out of the back
way, if you like."