Now that Spargo met him in the flesh he proved to be pretty much what the journalist had expected--a rather cold-mannered, self-contained man, who looked as if he had been brought up in a school of rigid repression, and taught not to waste words.

He showed no more than the merest of languid interests in Spargo when Breton introduced him, and his face was quite expressionless when Spargo brought to an end his brief explanation -- purposely shortened--of his object in calling upon him.
"Yes," he said indifferently.

"Yes, it is quite true that I met Marbury and spent a little time with him on the evening your informant spoke of.

I met him, as he told you, in the lobby of the House.

I was much surprised to meet him.