"He isn't--or wasn't--the sort of man anybody could forget, once they'd met him.

Anyhow--did he come to your house yesterday afternoon as this man suggests ?" Marston Greyle drew himself up.

He looked Stafford up and down.

Then he made a slight gesture to the girl, whose face had already assumed a troubled expression.
"If I had seen Mr.Bassett Oliver yesterday, sir, we should not be discussing his possible whereabouts now," said Greyle, icily.

"Are you coming, Audrey ?" The girl hesitated, glanced at Copplestone, and then walked away with her cousin.