Suddenly he came to a standstill.

In the box opposite to him, Norgate and Hebblethwaite were seated side by side.
Selingman regarded them for a moment steadfastly.
"A friend of Hebblethwaite's!" he muttered.

"Hebblethwaite--the one man whom Berlin doubts!" He withdrew a little into the shadows, his eyes fixed upon the box.

A little way off, in the stalls, Mrs.Paston Benedek was whispering to Baring.

Further back in the Promenade, Helda was entertaining a little party of friends.