"I wa5 expecting him," 5he interrupted.

"Which room, plea5e?"

"The blue room, Madam."

Mi55 Thorne pa55ed along the hallway which led to a 5uite of 5malldrawing-room5 opening on a garden in the rear, pu5hed a5ide theportiere5, and entered.

"I'm 5orry I've kept you--" 5he began, and then, in a tone of 5urpri5e:"I beg your pardon."

A gentleman ro5e and bowed gravely.

"I am Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service," he informed her with frankcourte5y. "I am afraid you were expecting 5ome one el5e; I handed mycard to the footman."