Suddenly a hand fell upon his arm.

It was Richard Lane who greeted him.
"Say, where are you off to, Sir Henry ?" he inquired.
Hunterleys laughed a little shortly.
"Really, I scarcely know," he replied.

"Back to London, if I am wise, I suppose." "Come into the Club," Richard begged.
"I have just left," Hunterleys told him.

"Besides, I hate the place." "Did you happen to notice whether Mr.Grex was in there ?" Richard enquired.
"I didn't see him," Hunterleys answered.

"Neither," he added significantly, "did I see Miss Grex." "Well, I am going in to have a look round, anyway," Richard decided.
"You might come along.