Strong, stalwart, he sat within a few feet of me, calmly eating his dinner as though my agony were a thing of little account.

He, at least, was real.
"This woman," he continued, presently, "either is, or would like to be, mixed up with the treachery that is somewhere close upon us.

Sooner or later she will approach you.

You are warned." "Yes," I repeated vaguely, "I am warned." "I have finished," Colonel Ray remarked.

"Go on with your dinner and think.