He was already on his way to the spot where his wife was sitting.

Draconmeyer watched his progress with inscrutable face.
Selingman, who had been sitting near, rose and joined him.
"Will he go ?" he whispered.

"Will our friend take this very reasonable hint and depart ?" Draconmeyer's eyes were still fixed upon Hunterleys' slim, self-possessed figure.

His forehead was contorted into a frown.

Somehow or other, he felt that during their brief interview he had failed to score; he had felt a subtle, underlying note of contempt in Hunterleys' manner, in his whole attitude.
"I do not know," he replied grimly.