For the first time he had forebodings on his own account.

What had happened to Mademoiselle Flossie might happen so easily to himself.
A man rose quickly from the lounge in the hotel as he entered.

Duncombe greeted him with a little expression of wonder.
"Spencer!" he exclaimed.

"Were you waiting to see me ?" The journalist nodded.

He was not in evening dress, and he too had the appearance of a man who has received something of a shock.
"Yes.