"I have important business to transact with your master.

Take this card in to him.

He'll see me." The valet looked at the greasy card.

The name was written in ink; the card was of the kind one finds in hotels for the convenience of the guests.
"I will take the card to Mr.Warrington," the valet promised reluctantly.

There was, however, a barely perceptible grin struggling at the corners of his mouth.