But it was not at Hardiman that Escobar was looking.

His eyes were fixed warily on Hillyard.

He answered the question warily too, fragment by fragment, ready to stop, ready to take the words back, if a sign of recollection kindled in Hillyard's face.
"It is what we should call here the esplanade--the sea and harbour on one side, the houses on the other.

The band plays under the palms in front of the Casino on summer nights.

I----" and he took the last words at a rush--"I was sitting in a lounge chair in front of the club, when I saw Mr.Hillyard pass.