Chapter 31
Sir Timothy walked that evening amongst the shadows. Two hours
ago, the last of the workmen from the great furnishing and catering
establishments who undertook the management of his famous
entertainments, had ceased work for the day and driven off in the
motor-brakes hired to take them to the nearest town. The long, low
wing whose use no one was able absolutely to divine, was still full
of animation, but the great reception-rooms and stately hall were
silent and empty. In the gymnasium, an enormous apartment as large
as an ordinary concert hall, two or three electricians were still
at work, directed by the man who had accompanied Sir Timothy to the
East End on the night before. The former crossed the room, his
footsteps awaking strange echoes.
“There will be seating
