He nodded, and she went out.
She found Heyton in the smoking-room; there was a decanter of brandy in front of him and his face was flushed; but it went white as she said, as calmly as she could, "The Marquess has recovered consciousness; he has asked for you, my lord." He got up and steadied himself, with one hand on the table, looking at her with a curious expression in his face: in that instant, it reminded her of the expression on that of his wife; it was one of absolute terror.

But it was only momentary; he nodded and went out of the room.
Celia was following him, when she caught sight of a small part of the detective's figure, just inside the sitting-room; she had forgotten him, but as she went towards him he made a sign as if he understood; indeed, he waved her away.
Mr.Jacobs waited until Celia had gone; then he went upstairs softly; in the corridor, near the Marquess's door, he met the doctor, followed by Mrs.Dexter and the nurse, coming out.
"I beg your pardon," he said.

"I was just going up to have another look at the dressing-room." The doctor inclined his head.

"Don't make any more noise than you can help," he said.

"We have left the Marquess alone with Lord Heyton; you must do nothing to disturb them." "Quite so; I'll go up presently," said Mr.Jacobs; and he walked down the corridor.