I wondered if the man last night had seen that I recognized him.

Somehow I did not think he had, and to that I had clung.

But the whole business had never seemed so difficult as that afternoon when by all calculations I should have been rejoicing in assured success.
In the hotel I met the commander of the destroyer, to whom Scaife introduced me, and with whom I had a few words.

Then I thought I would put in an hour or two watching Trafalgar Lodge.
I found a place farther up the hill, in the garden of an empty house.
From there I had a full view of the court, on which two figures were having a game of tennis.

One was the old man, whom I had already seen; the other was a younger fellow, wearing some club colours in the scarf round his middle.