The bathroom which communicated with his apartment was the latest triumph of the plumber's art--a room with floor and walls of white tiles, the bath itself a little sunken and twice the ordinary size.

He dispensed so far as he could with the services of the men and descended, as soon as he was dressed, into the hall.

Meekins was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, dressed now in somber black.
"Mr.Fentolin will be glad if you will step into his room, sir," he announced, leading the way.
Mr.Fentolin was seated in his chair, reading the Times in a corner of his library.

Shaped blocks had been placed behind and in front of the wheels of his little vehicle, to prevent it from moving.

A shaded reading-lamp stood on the table by his side.