Selingman nodded sympathetically.

Neither of them looked at Draconmeyer.

Finally Selingman heaved a sigh and brushed the crumbs from his waistcoat.
"If one were assured," he murmured thoughtfully, "that Hunterleys' presence here had a real significance--" Draconmeyer pushed his chair forward and leaned across the table.

The heads of the three men were close together.

His tone was stealthily lowered.
"Let me tell you something, my friend Selingman, which I think should strengthen any half-formed intention you may have in your brain.
Hunterleys is no ordinary sojourner here.