His was the stern march of duty, and, curiously enough, Dominey felt from the moment he caught sight of him that he was in some respects a messenger of Fate.

Yet the message which he delivered, when at last he reached his master's side, was in no way alarming.
"A person of the name of Miller has arrived here, sir," he announced, "from Norwich.

He is, I understand, a foreigner of some sort, who has recently landed in this country.

I found it a little difficult to understand him, but her Highness's maid conversed with him in German, and I understand that he either is or brings you a message from a certain Doctor Schmidt, with whom you were acquainted in Africa." The warning whistle blew at that moment, and Dominey swung round and stood at attention.

His behaviour was perfectly normal.