Yet none the less Mr.Sabin was thoughtful.
"You do not feel inclined," he said slowly, "to give me your entire confidence." "Not at present, sir," the man answered.

"You would certainly intervene, and my case would be spoilt." Mr.Sabin glanced at the clock.
"If you care to call on me to-morrow," he said, "I could perhaps show you something which might change your opinion." The detective bowed.
"I am always open, sir," he said, "to conviction.

I will come about twelve o'clock." Mr.Sabin went back to the palm lounge.

Lucille and Reginald Brott were sitting together at a small table, talking earnestly to one another.
The Prince and Lady Carey had joined another party who were all talking together near the entrance.

The latter, directly she saw them coming, detached herself from them and came to him.
"Your coffee is almost cold," she said, "but the Prince has found some brandy of wonderful age, somewhere in the last century, I believe." Mr.Sabin glanced towards Lucille.