To my surprise they did not seem to have seen it at all: Burrows was paring his nails with a small penknife.

Greenwood was at the back of the group and had hardly entered the room.

And then an amazing fact became apparent.

It was Basil Grant who stood foremost of the group, the golden gaslight lighting up his strong face and figure.

His face wore an expression indescribably conscious, with the suspicion of a very grave smile.