The Sporting Club, too! Well, well, well!" Hunterleys, standing easily with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows.

The two men were of curiously contrasting types.

Hunterleys, slim and distinguished, had still the frame of an athlete, notwithstanding his colourless cheeks and the worn lines about his eyes.
He was dressed with extreme simplicity.

His deep-set eyes and sensitive mouth were in marked contrast to the other's coarser mould of features and rather full lips.

Yet there was about both men an air of strength, strength developed, perhaps, in a different manner, but still an appreciable quality.
"They say that the whole world is here," Hunterleys remarked.