She became more than grave.

There was a distinct impression as though she shrank from the contemplation of what it was proposed she should do on the next night.

And then she answered you, 'No, we have other plans.' That's number three." And Mr.Ricardo ticked off his third point.
"Now," he asked, "do you still ask me to launch Hanaud upon the case ?" "Yes, and at once," cried Wethermill.
Ricardo called for his hat and his stick.
"You know where Hanaud is staying ?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Wethermill, and he led Ricardo to an unpretentious little hotel in the centre of the town.

Ricardo sent in his name, and the two visitors were immediately shown into a small sitting-room, where M.Hanaud was enjoying his morning chocolate.

He was stout and broad-shouldered, with a full and almost heavy face.