He proceeded calmly with his breakfast, and addressed a few remarks to a man across the table, a man with short cropped hair and beard, and a shooting dress of sombre black.
"You are quite right," he said, turning towards me suddenly.

"I had a purpose in going there.

I thought that the gentleman whose untimely fate has enlisted your sympathies might have dropped something which would have been useful to me." For the moment I forgot this man's kindness to me.

I looked at him with a shudder.
"If you are in earnest," I said, "I trust that you were unsuccessful." I fancied that there was that in his glance which suggested the St.
Bernard looking down on the terrier, and I chafed at it.
"It would have been better for you," he said, grimly, "had my search met with better result." "For me ?" I repeated.
"For you! Yes! The man came to see you.

If he had been alive you might have been in his toils by now.