I shrugged my shoulders, and bade him good afternoon.
“Mr. Hume, a moment, if you please.”
I turned.
“Your hotel is the de l’Europe, I believe?”
“But unfortunately I am rarely at home,” I said ungraciously.
“I am disappointed. We might have spent an agreeable hour together in this barbarous capital. Au revoir.”
I bowed, and went swiftly up the steps. Again he called me.
“By the way, Mrs. Gordon tells me, Mr. Hume, that she has entrusted the old clock to you.”
“That is quite true.”
He looked at me keenly.