This was when we had come back to town, and he was having a cup of tea before starting on his return to Amsterdam.

He would not give me any further clue.

You must not be angry with me, Art, because his very reticence means that all his brains are working for her good.

He will speak plainly enough when the time comes, be sure.

So I told him I would simply write an account of our visit, just as if I were doing a descriptive special article for THE DAILY TELEGRAPH.