CHAPTER XIV
IN THE MISTS
At a quarter to one in the morning Cranmere’s big, grey, low-built car slid noiselessly along Wigmore Street and drew up at the entrance to one of the most imposing-looking houses in Cumberland Place.
The imposing footman got down and rang the bell—he pressed the button four times in succession, as “Lord Cranmere” had told him to do. Almost at once the door was opened, and from the car window we saw a tall man in knee-breeches silhouetted, while a little way behind him stood another man. “Lord Cranmere” stepped out of the car, and we followed him—“Baron Poppenheimer” and “Sir Aubrey Belston.” In point of fact, the real Sir Aubrey Belston was at that moment somewhere in the Malay States, making a tour of the world.
“Lord Cranmere” had told the chauffeur that he
