"I want to go down to the grass pier." Miller too accepted, a little ungraciously.

The little party wandered off down the path which led to the seashore.

Miller detained his host for a moment at one of the corners.
"By the by, Tallente," he asked, "what about the disappearance of Palliser ?" "He has disappeared," Tallente answered calmly.

"That is all I know about it." Miller stood with his hands in his pockets, gnawing the end of his moustache, gazing covertly at the man who stood waiting for him to pass on.

Tallente's face was immovable.
"Disappeared?
Do you mean to say that you don't know where he is ?" "I have no idea." Again there was a moment's silence.