CHAPTER X
Philip fetched his hat, and the two men stepped out on to the pavement. A servant in quiet grey livery held open the door of an enormous motor car. Sylvanus Power beckoned his companion to precede him.
"Home," he told the man, "unless," he added, turning to Philip, "you'd rather go to your rooms?"
"I am quite indifferent," Philip replied.
They drove off in absolute silence, a silence which remained unbroken until they passed through some elaborate iron gates and drew up before a mansion in Fifth Avenue.
"You'll wait," Sylvanus Power ordered, "and take this gentleman home. This way, sir."
The doors rolled open before them. Philip caught a vista of a wonderful hall, with a domed roof and stained glass windows, and a fountain playing from some marble statuary at the further end. A personage in black took his coat and hat. The door of a dining room stood open. A table, covered with a profusion of flowers, was laid, and places set for two. Mr. Sylvanus Power turned abruptly to a footman.
"You can have that cleared away," he directed harshly. "No supper will be required."
He swung around and led the way into a room at the rear of the hall, a room which, in comparison with
