How cross it'll be.' He stood undecided, holding the chain mail in his hands, when his eyes fell on a bell handle.

Above it was an ivory plate, and on it in black letters the word Valet.

Philip rang the bell.
Instantly a soft tap at the door heralded the entrance of a person whom Philip at the first glance supposed to be a sandwich man.

But the second glance showed that the oblong flat things which he wore were not sandwich-boards, but dominoes.

The person between them bowed low.
'Oh!' said Philip, 'I rang for the valet.' 'I am not the valet,' said the domino-enclosed person, who seemed to be in skintight black clothes under his dominoes, 'I am the Master of the Robes.