They bark always at our heels.
Perhaps to-night it is you whom they have come to honour.

Your bodyguard, eh, Mr.Maraton ?" "If they have discovered that I am here, it is not unlikely," Maraton admitted calmly.
Mr.Foley dropped the curtain which he had taken from his companion's fingers.

Moving back into the room, he turned on more light.

Then he resumed his seat.
"Mr.Maraton," he began, "we met only once before, I think.

That was four years ago this summer.