Trent had come straight from Ascot, straight indeed from his interview with Francis, and was still wearing his racing-glasses.
"I wish to see Mr.Da Souza," Trent said.

"Is he in ?" "I believe so, sir," the boy answered.

"What name ?" "Trent! Mr.Scarlett Trent!" The door of an inner office opened, and Da Souza, sleek and curled, presented himself.

He showed all his white teeth in the smile with which he welcomed his visitor.

The light of battle was in his small, keen eyes, in his cringing bow, his mock humility.
"I am most honoured, Mr.Trent, sir," he declared.