"Meanwhile, even a month away from London seems to have brought a fresh set of people here.

Who is the tall, thin young man with the sunburnt face?
He seems familiar, somehow, but I can't place him." "He is a sailor," she told him.

"Captain Baring his name is." "Friend of yours ?" She looked at him sidewise.
"Why do you ask ?" "Jealousy," Norgate sighed, "makes one observant.

You were lunching with him in the Carlton Grill.

You came in with him to the club this afternoon." "Sherlock Holmes!" she murmured.