He had keen grey eyes and the faintest trace of a Scotch accent.

He edged his chair a little nearer to Hunterleys.
"Much obliged," he said.

"Wonderful evening, isn't it ?" Hunterleys nodded.
"Have you anything to tell me, David ?" he asked.
"We are right in the thick of it," the other replied, his tone a little lowered.

"There is more to tell than I like." "Shall we stroll along the Terrace ?" Hunterleys suggested.
"Don't move from your seat," the young man enjoined.

"You are watched here, and so am I, in a way, although it's more my news they want to censor than anything personal.