The smile seemed gradually to leave Selingman's lips, his face was large and impressive.
"Run and fetch your cloak, dear," he said to the girl.
She obeyed at once.

Selingman leaned across the table towards his companion.
"What does Hunterleys do here ?" he asked.
Draconmeyer shook his head.
"Who knows ?" he answered.

"Perhaps he has come to look after his wife.
He has been to Bordighera and San Remo." "Is that all he told you of his movements ?" "That is all," Draconmeyer admitted.

"He was suspicious.

I made no progress." "Bordighera and San Remo!" Selingman muttered under his breath.