13We went downstairs, Sergeant Buck two steps behind me as if I were either Colonel Primrose or an escapee from the nearest leprosarium. Captain Lamb was behind him. Mr. Ellery Seymour was in the doorway of Mrs. Kelly’s room, waiting impatiently. He didn’t look as gray-green as he had in my brief glimpse through the doorway. He merely looked like a very busy man not in the habit of being kept waiting in or outside of a bood-war.
It occurred to me that perhaps Captain Lamb did not know who it was he was keeping waiting, and I was right.
“Do you know Mr. Ellery Seymour, Captain Lamb?” I asked.
“Oh, come in, Mr. Seymour.” He edged past me and Sergeant Buck at the foot of the stairs and pushed Mrs. Kelly’s door open to indicate what he meant by “in.”
Ellery Seymour nodded to me, taking my
