Catherine had entered and was looking around as though in search of some one.
Catherine was more heavily veiled than usual.

Her dress and hat were of sombre black, and her manner nervous and disturbed.

She came slowly to-wards their end of the table, although she was obviously in search of some one else.
"Do you happen to know where Mr.Fenn is ?" she enquired.
Julian raised his eyebrows.
"Fenn was here a few minutes ago," he replied, "but he left us abruptly.
I fancy that he rather disapproved of our conversation." "He has gone to his room perhaps," she said.

"I will go upstairs." She turned away.

Julian, however, followed her to the door.
"Shall I see you again before you leave ?" he asked.
"Of course--if you wish to." There was a moment's perceptible pause.
"Won't you come upstairs with me to Mr.Fenn's room ?" she continued.
"Not if your business is in any way private." She began to ascend the stairs.
"It isn't private," she said, "but I particularly want Mr.Fenn to tell me something, and as you know, he is peculiar.