"Yes, my lord."
"Then just put on your hat, Ponderby. Ride down to Selwyn's Bank as fast as the police will allow, and bring Corbitt back with you. If he pleads press of business or any other motive for delay, don't argue with him, but take him under your arm to the car, and tell the chauffeur to get back here as quick as he can."
"Yes, my lord," replied the faithful Ponderby, without even the faintest suggestion of a smile.
Mackeller rose.
"I am sorry I troubled you, Lord Stranleigh," he said.
"Won't you wait until Corbitt comes?"
"No."
"It is essentially a case for compromise," said Stranleigh very quietly.
"There can be no compromise between Alexander Corbitt and me."
"Very well, Mr. Mackeller, I am sorry to bid you good-morning."
He struck again the little silver bell, and Ponderby entered, with his hat in hand.
"Ponderby, I find I shall not need Mr. Corbitt after all. The next time Mr. Mackeller comes to this house, I am not at home."
