Maraton strode towards the door and opened it.

A young man was in the hall, expostulating angrily with a resolute man servant.

His hat had rolled on to the floor, his face was flushed with anger.

The servant, on recognising his master, stepped back at once.
"The gentleman insisted upon forcing his way in, sir," he explained softly.

"I wished him to wait while I brought you his name." Maraton smiled and made a little gesture of dismissal.