The servants knew their master's ring.

They always ran to answer it, after some discussion as to which of them should go.
He entered and said: "Yes, m'lord ?" "Send that scoundrel Hutchings to me! Send him at once!" roared his master.
"Yes, m'lord," said Holloway, and hurried away.
He found James Hutchings in his pantry, told him that their master wanted him, and added that he was in a tearing rage.
Hutchings, who never expected his sanguine and irascible master to be in any other mood, finished the paragraph of the article in the _Daily Telegraph_ he was reading, put on his coat, and went to the study.

His delay gave Lord Loudwater's wrath full time to mature.
When the butler entered his master shook his fist at him and roared: "You scoundrel! You infernal scoundrel! You've been robbing me! You've been robbing me for years, you blackguard!" James Hutchings met the charge with complete calm.

He shook his head and said in a surly tone: "No; I haven't done anything of the kind, m'lord." The flat denial infuriated his master yet more.

He spluttered and was for a while incoherent.