"You'd just got to there," interposed Martin. "What did you see?"
"The face," answered Ricky, "of somebody I'd never met The face of a total stranger. Looking down like God. Even this afternoon I might have imagined I'd invented it, if I couldn't half-swear I've met the same man in this room."
Ricky swung round.
"Excuse me, Mr Stannard," he added, "but I think it was you."
Stannard's black eyes twinkled above the pyramided fingertips. He smiled, and Ruth smiled as one who shared the secret
"Don't apologize, Mr. Fleet" the barrister urged him. "What you say is quite true. You did see me."
H.M. regarded him curiously. "So!" he muttered., "Then why is it there's nothin' about you in the record?"
"Because there is no reason why there should be."
"How d'ye mean?"
"I came down here, for one day, on a matter of business." "Specifically?"