“Why, it seems as if I—I——By the Lord Harry! I believe——”
Budthorne checked himself.
“You believe what? Who is it?”
“Nadia, it looks like Bunol.”
“Yes, it looks like him.”
“But it can’t be! Did you see his face?”
“No, nothing but his back as he passed out at the door.”
“It can’t be Bunol,” repeated Budthorne.
“Why not?”
“How could he trace us here?”