While he sipped it he smoked a Russian cigarette and with a gold pencil wrote out the menu of his luncheon.

In a few minutes the manager himself came hurrying out from the restaurant.

His salute was almost reverential.

When, after a few moments' conversation, he departed, he did so with the air of one taking leave of royalty.

Lady Weybourne, who was an inquisitive little person, was puzzled.
"I don't know who they are, Dick," she confessed, "but I know the ways of this place well, and I can tell you one thing--they are people of importance.