When he saw Carnac he stopped, his face flushed.

For an instant he stood unmoving, and then he held out his hand.
"So you've come back, Carnac.

When did you get here ?" As Carnac released his hand from John Grier's cold clasp, he said: "A couple of hours ago." The old man scrutinized him sharply, carefully.

"Getting on--making money ?" he asked.

"Got your hand in the pocket of the world ?" Carnac shook his head.