CHAPTER II.
THE HUNTER DECLINES HIS QUARRY "This is Mr.Milburgh," said Lyne awkwardly.
If Mr.Milburgh had heard the last words of his employer, his face did not betray the fact.

His smile was set, and not only curved the lips but filled the large, lustreless eyes.

Tarling gave him a rapid survey and drew his own conclusions.

The man was a born lackey, plump of face, bald of head, and bent of shoulder, as though he lived in a perpetual gesture of abasement.
"Shut the door, Milburgh, and sit down.

This is Mr.Tarling.