Lessingham rose to leave as soon as the latter had returned to their game.

His tone and manner now were completely changed.
He seemed ill at ease and unhappy.
"I am going to have a day's fishing to-morrow," he told Philippa, "but I must admit that I have very little faith in this man Oates.

They all tell me that your husband has any number of charts of the coast.

Do you think I could borrow one ?" "Why, of course," she replied, "if we can find it." She took him over to her husband's desk, opened such of the drawers as were not locked, and searched amongst their contents ruthlessly.

By the time they had finished the last drawer, Lessingham had quite a little collection of charts, more or less finished, in his hand.
"I don't know where else to look," she said.