"Now, I owe you a breakfast.

Will you put me in my carriage?
I know the town thoroughly.
Remember that it is only business that brings us together, and yet we may become better friends." In a half an hour they were seated in an arbor by the lake, where a homely German restaurant offered good cheer.
The Lady of the Lake did the honors ceremoniously, and Major Alan Hawke was permitted a cigar after the lake trout, filet, pears, cheese, Chambertin, and black coffee had been discussed.

He was both conquered and repentant, and had adroitly atoned for his mauvais debut by a respectful demeanor, which was not feigned.

He answered the running fire of questions which had led him from Cape Comorin to the Himalayas, and from Chittagong to the Khyber Pass.
"You are sure that no one in Geneva knows your face ?" Berthe Louison asked at last.
"I have been here only two days, and it is twenty years since I first roved over Switzerland on schoolboy leave," was the truthful answer.
"Then I can use you if you will decide to aid me, after you have heard me.

I know, already, all that young Anstruther knows of the whole Johnstone matter.