'Bring him in! Lock the door!' It was clear enough that the visitor had not come alone, and that Mr.
Van Torp had been overpowered.

The lady bit her salmon-coloured lip angrily and contemptuously.
A moment later a tall heavily-built man with thick fair hair, a long moustache, and shifty blue eyes, rushed into the room and did not stop till there was only the small table between him and the lady.
'I've caught you! What have you to say ?' he asked.
'To you?
Nothing!' She deliberately turned her back on her husband, rested one elbow on the mantelpiece and set one foot upon the low fender, drawing up her velvet gown over her instep.

But a moment later she heard other footsteps in the room, and turned her head to see Mr.Van Torp enter the room between two big men who were evidently ex-policemen.

The millionaire, having failed to shut the door in the face of the three men, had been too wise to attempt any further resistance.
The fair man glanced down at the table and saw the envelope with his wife's initials lying beside the tea things.

She had dropped it there when she had risen to her feet at the sound of his voice.