He wore a tweed suit, and in his left hand carried a small sole-leather grip.

For an instant he stood, framed by the doorway, meeting the sharp scrutiny of the assembled jewelers with a frank smile.

For a little time no one spoke--merely gazed--and finally: "Mr.Latham ?" queried Mr.Wynne, looking from one to the other.
Mr.Latham came to his feet with a sudden realization of his responsibilities as a temporary host, and introductions followed.

Mr.
Wynne passed along on one side of the table, shaking hands with each man in turn until he came to Mr.Czenki.

Mr.Latham introduced them.
"Mr.Czenki," repeated Mr.Wynne, and he allowed his eyes to rest frankly upon the expert for a moment.