"And how may I have the pleasure of being of service?"
He waved a hand toward an easy chair beside the table, and resumed his own. But Lanyard hesitated.
"I wished to see Colonel Stanistreet."
Mr. Blensop looked up with an indulgent smile. His face was round and smooth but for a perfectly docile little moustache, his lips full and red, his nose delicately chiselled; but his eyes, though large, were set cannily close together.
"Colonel Stanistreet is unfortunately not at home. I am his secretary."
"Yes," said Lanyard, still standing. "In that case I'd be glad if you would be good enough to make an appointment for me with Colonel Stanistreet."
"I am afraid he will not be home till very late to-night, but"
"Then to-morrow?"
Mr. Blensop smiled patiently. "Colonel Stanistreet is a very busy man," he uttered melodiously. "If you could let me know something about the nature of your business. …"
"It is the King's," said Lanyard bluntly.
The secretary went so far as to betray well-bred surprise. "You are an Englishman, Mr. Ember?"
"Yes."
And for all he knew to the contrary, so Lanyard was.
"I am Colonel Stanistreet's secretary," the young man again suggested hopefully.
"That is precisely why I ask you to make an appointment for me with your employer," Lanyard retorted politely.
