It was Bellamy who entered and dropped into a seat by his side.
"Wasting your time, aren't you ?" the latter remarked, pointing to the growing heap of cigarettes.
"Well, I guess not," Dorward answered.

"I can smoke this lot before we reach London." Bellamy smiled enigmatically.
"I don't think that you will," he said.
"Why not ?" "You are such a sanguine person," Bellamy sighed.

"Personally, I do not think that there is the slightest chance of your reaching London at all." Dorward laughed scornfully.
"And why not ?" he asked.
Bellamy merely shrugged his shoulders.

Dorward seemed to find the gesture irritating.
"You've got espionage on the brain, my dear friend," he declared dryly.

"I suppose it's the result of your profession.