Lord Monckton?
What was up?
Shoot the valet if necessary! All right; Crawford knew what he was doing.

He generally did.

Through his window Forbes saw two men packing suit-cases furiously.

The moment Crawford entered the room, Forbes did likewise, without the least idea what it was all about.
"Put up your hands!" said Crawford quietly.
Master and man came about face.
"H'm! The dyed beard and stained skin might fool any one but me, Mason." Mason! Forbes' hand shook violently.
"I have seen you with a beard before, in the days when we hadn't time for razors.

I knew you the instant I laid eyes on you.