'Isn't that the paper which attacked you, Mr.Drake?
You let yourself be interviewed by it?
I didn't know that.' He glanced keenly at his daughter, and Mallinson intercepted the look.
His conviction was proved certain.

There was something concealed, something maybe worth his knowing.
'The attack was of no importance,' replied Drake, 'but I wanted it to be known in some quarters that I had landed without losing time.' 'You replied to the attack ?' 'Not so much that.

I gave the itinerary of the march to Boruwimi.' Mr.Le Mesurier perceived his daughter's eyes quietly resting upon him, and checked a movement of impatience, less at the answer than at his own folly in provoking it.

Drake turned to Clarice and was offered a seat by her side.

He realised, now that she was near, talking to him, that his impression of her, gained from the distance between the box and the stalls, did her injustice.