Any one happening to watch their arrival would put them down as ordinary visitors.

Evelyn Forbes was just a charming young woman, plainly but expensively dressed; Theydon an attentive cavalier, and Winter a prosperous city man, probably with a taste for coursing and pheasant shooting.
Subtly observant, indeed, would be the theorist who gathered from their demeanor that they had just emerged practically unscathed from a situation rife with the elements of tragedy.
Nevertheless, Winter kept a sharp eye on Theydon after Evelyn Forbes had run up the steps of the hotel, and was relieved at seeing that he could walk without assistance.
"Keep nothing back," he said under his breath as they followed the girl with sedater pace.

"These women must be frightened into complete obedience.

Did Furneaux get hold of Forbes ?" Theydon nodded.
"That's right.

Don't talk.