He glanced at the name of the maker and looked once more at the tracks upon the drive.

Finally, he decided that his investigations were leading him in a most undesirable direction.
He turned back, walked across the marshes, where he found nothing to disturb him, and lunched with Furley, whose leg was now so much better that he was able to put it to the ground.
"What about this visitor of yours ?" Julian asked, as they sat smoking afterwards.

"I must be back at the Hall in time to dine to-night, you know.

My people made rather a point of it." Furley nodded.
"You'll be all right," he replied.

"As a matter of fact, he isn't coming." "Not coming ?" Julian repeated.