THE MEN. Yes, Mr. Dominic. DOMINIC. The white room in the west wing is ready? THE WOMEN. Yes, Mr. Dominic. DOMINIC. The procedure will be as before. THE FOUR. Yes, Mr. Dominic. DOMINIC. See to it that I have no fault to find. That will do. (_They go out. He looks at his watch and then follows the men. He is hardly out of the room when a bell rings. He returns slowly, draws the curtain from the front door, and opens it. LEONARD, in fur-coat and cap, is seen standing outside. He is a big, well-made man of about thirty-five—dark, with a little black tooth-brush moustache. When the door opens he gets his first sight of the interior of the room, and is evidently taken by surprise._) LEONARD. Oh—er—is this—er—an hotel? My chauffeur said—we’ve had an accident, been delayed on the way—he said that we could put up here. (_He turns round and calls_) Here, Saunders! This can’t be the place. (_To DOMINIC_) Perhaps you could tell me—— ANNE (_from outside, invisible_). Saunders has gone, Leonard. LEONARD (_turning round_). Gone! What the devil——(_He plunges into the darkness._) DOMINIC. Saunders was perfectly correct, my lord. This _is_ a sort of hotel. ANNE (_getting out of the car, but still invisible_). He went off as soon as you got out of the car. Leonard, are you sure——? (_She comes into the light; he is holding her arm. Pretty she is, to the first sight; but what holds you is the mystery of her youthfulness; her aloof, untouched innocence; her grave coolness; her—well, we shall let her speak for herself. Just at present she is a little upset by the happenings of the night._) DOMINIC. Saunders was perfectly correct, my lord. This _is_ a sort of hotel. LEONARD (_puzzled_). What the devil’s happened to him? (_He looks out into the darkness._) DOMINIC. Doubtless he has gone round to the garage to get the doors open. Won’t your lordship—— LEONARD. You can put us up? Just for to-night. My—er—wife and myself—— DOMINIC. If your lordship and her ladyship will come in—— (_He waits for them._) LEONARD (_to ANNE_). It’s the best we can do, dear. I’m frightfully sorry about it, but, after all, what difference—— ANNE (_giving him a look which means “Don’t talk like this in front of hotel servants”_). I daresay it will be quite comfortable. It’s only for one night. (_She comes in, followed by LEONARD._) DOMINIC. Thank you, my lady. (_He shuts and bolts the doors, then draws the curtains. There is an air of finality about it. ANNE looks back at the noise of the bolts going home with something of a start. They are locked in now for good. LEONARD, his eye on the supper-table, is saying to himself, “Dashed rummy sort of hotel.”_) DOMINIC. Allow me, my lady. (_He helps them off with their coats._) LEONARD. You can give us something to eat? ANNE. I don’t want anything, Leonard. LEONARD. Nonsense, dear. DOMINIC. Supper will be served in five minutes, my lord.