He sat at the table.
"I will tell you what we have learnt," he said, "and it is of importance.

The three of them--the man, the woman with the red hair, and Mlle.

Celie--all drove yesterday night to Geneva.

That is only one thing we have learnt." "Then you still cling to Geneva ?" said Ricardo.
"More than ever," said Hanaud.
He turned in his chair towards Wethermill.
"Ah, my poor friend!" he said, when he saw the young man's distress.
Harry Wethermill sprang up with a gesture as though to sweep the need of sympathy away.
"What can I do for you ?" he asked.
"You have a road map, perhaps ?" said Hanaud.
"Yes," said Wethermill, "mine is here.

There it is"; and crossing the room he brought it from a sidetable and placed it in front of Hanaud.
Hanaud took a pencil from his pocket.
"One hundred and fifty kilometers was about the distance which the car had travelled.