He's in the den.

I'll speak to him." Pete, once again the punctilious butler, stalked to the door of Bertram's den and threw it wide open.
Opposite the door, on a low couch, lay Bertram, his head bandaged, and his right arm in a sling.

His face was turned toward the door, but his eyes were closed.

He looked very white, and his features were pitifully drawn with suffering.
"Mr.Bertram," began Pete--but he got no further.

A flying figure brushed by him and fell on its knees by the couch, with a low cry.
Bertram's eyes flew open.