Chapter 4
THE "SOCIETY!" It had intrigued the interest of Philip Waring, but it obsessed the mind of Burton Conybear. For the dozenth time he pressed the electric call-button that summoned Henderson, his combination secretary-valet- nurse, to his presence.
This time it was not to fetch a document or rearrange the lighting or sharpen a pencil or to do any of the ordinary thousand and one things whereby Henderson earned his ample pay. It was merely to ask again a question that the testy old millionaire had asked at least four times in the last half-hour.
"The Burnham people arrived yet, Henderson?"
For any indication to the contrary that the patient Henderson's manner gave, this might have been the first time that the question had been put.
"No, sir, they'll be brought to you immediatel
