The eyes of the two men met.
Then the blood had turned to ice in Trent's veins and the ground had heaved beneath his feet.

It was the one terrible chance which Fate had held against him, and she had played the card.
Considering the nature and suddenness of the blow which had fallen upon him, Trent's recovery was marvellous.

The two men had come face to face upon the short turf, involuntarily each had come to a standstill.
Ernestine looked from one to the other a little bewildered.
"I should like a word with you, Trent," Captain Francis said quietly.
Trent nodded.
"In five minutes," he said, "I will return here--on the other side of the band-stand, say." Francis nodded and stood aside.

Trent and Ernestine continued their progress towards the stand.
"Your friend," Ernestine remarked, "seemed to come upon you like a modern Banquo!" Trent, who did not understand the allusion, was for once discreet.
"He is a man with whom I had dealings abroad," he said, "I did not expect him to turn up here." "In West Africa ?" she asked quickly.
Trent smiled enigmatically.
"There are many foreign countries besides Africa," he said, "and I've been in most of them.

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