I have found them, as I no doubt shall find this place, wearisome.

In the end I suppose I shall drift back to London." Mr.Draconmeyer frowned.
"You left London," he remarked tersely, "on December first.

It is to-day February twentieth.

Do you wish me to understand that you have been at Bordighera and San Remo all that time ?" "How did you know when I left London ?" Hunterleys demanded.
Mr.Draconmeyer pursed his lips.
"I heard of your departure from London entirely by accident," he said.
"Your wife, for some reason or other, declined to discuss your movements.

I imagine that she was acting in accordance with your wishes." "I see," Hunterleys observed coolly.