The man addressed was sitting comfortably in a wicker chair that was several sizes too large for him. At the mention of Orme’s name he got to his feet with startling alacrity.
“Mr.—Orme?” His surprise was unmistakable.
“Mr. Robert Orme,” said Bessie.
Someone struck a match to light a cigar, and in the sudden light Orme found himself looking into the face of the Japanese minister.
“I think I have never met you before,” said the minister slowly.
“I think not,” replied Orme.
He was much disquieted by the encounter. Now he understood that Arima had been bound for this very place.
If only he had refused to let Bessie drag him into her circle! The minister would not have known his face, but the mention of his name gave full enlightenment.
The minister resumed his seat, and a chair was brought for Orme. There were other introductions.
A woman’s voice renewed the conversation. “Excellency, won’t you tell us another of your very interesting stories?”