What could be more wonderful than this coincidence?
He passed with quick steps along the corridor which connected his private den with the board-room, and came into that spacious apartment with outstretched hand.
The man who turned to greet him may have been twenty-seven or thirty-seven.

He was tall, but lithe rather than broad.

His face was the colour of mahogany, and the blue eyes turned to Lyne were unwinking and expressionless.

That was the first impression which Lyne received.
He took Lyne's hand in his--it was as soft as a woman's.

As they shook hands Lyne noticed a third figure in the room.