The latter made a feeble attempt at a good-humoured remark.
"Is this a pause for refreshments ?" he asked.

"If so, I'm on." Julian, who had been waiting near the door, locked it.

Fenn started.
"What the devil's that for ?" he demanded.
"Just a precaution.

We don't want to be interrupted." Julian moved towards a little vacant space at the end of the table and stood there, his hands upon the back of a chair.

The Bishop remained by his side, his eyes downcast as though in prayer.