CHAPTER X.
"I don't think," Engleton said slowly, "that I care about playing any more--just now." The Princess yawned as she leaned back in her chair.

Both Forrest and De la Borne, who had left his place to turn up one of the lamps, glanced stealthily round at the speaker.
"I am not keen about it myself," Forrest said smoothly.

"After all, though, it's only three o'clock." Cecil's fingers shook, so that his tinkering with the lamp failed, and the room was left almost in darkness.

Forrest, glad of an excuse to leave his place, went to the great north window and pulled up the blind.

A faint stream of grey light stole into the room.