Two minutes later they all got out more than a mile farther on, at the door of the big old house.

Ida ran away to find Miss More; the two men entered together, and went into the study.
The room had been built in the time of Edward Sixth, had been decorated afresh under Charles the Second, the furniture was of the time of Queen Anne, and the carpet was a modern Turkish one, woven in colours as fresh as paint to fit the room, and as thick as a down quilt: it was the sort of carpet which has come into existence with the modern hotel.
'Well ?' Mr.Van Torp uttered the monosyllable as he sat down in his own chair and pointed to a much less comfortable one, which Logotheti took.
'There's an article about you,' said the latter, producing a paper.
'I've read it,' answered Mr.Van Torp in a tone of stony indifference.
'I thought that was likely.

Do you take the paper ?' 'No.

Do you ?' 'No, it was sent to me,' Logotheti answered.

'Did you happen to glance at the address on the wrapper of the one that came to you ?' 'My valet opens all the papers and irons them.' Mr.Van Torp looked very bored as he said this, and he stared stonily at the pink and green waistcoat which his visitor's unfastened coat exposed to view.