HOW THE SAN REVE KEPT HER STORRI Richard was of a temperament singularly cool and steady.

His curiosity had been trained to wait, and he put questions only as a last resort.
Throughout the strange happenings of the night--the tryst with Inspector Val--the meeting with Mr.Duff and Mr.England at the drain's mouth--the presence of Steamboat Dan--the colloquy between that unworthy and Inspector Val--the signal pistol shot--the flight of the robbers--he had not spoken a word.

While his astonishment was kept to an upgrade, there had not been elicited a syllable of inquiry from Richard.

He threaded the drain, encountered the long fleet of little rubber argosies, and finally brought up at London Bill's tunnel, and never an interrogation.
This was not acting nor affectation; Richard knew that he might with better intelligence invite an explanation from Inspector Val after having seen and understood his utmost.

Moreover, what with the storm and the splashing journey up the drain, there had been scanty opportunity for conversation.