Then at last he looked up.

His voice sounded, even to himself, unnatural.
"You were quite right," he said.

"This order is a forgery." The manager was greatly disturbed.

He threw open the door of his private office.
"Come and sit down for a moment, will you, Sir Henry ?" he invited.

"This is a very serious matter, and I should like to discuss it with you." They passed behind into the comfortable little sitting-room, smelling of morocco leather and roses, with its single high window, its broad writing-table, its carefully placed easy-chairs.