"But has he any pull here, this Mr. Grex?"
Hunterleys' eyes twinkled for a moment.
"Yes," he replied, "I think that Mr. Grex has very considerable influence in this part of the world, and he is a man who, I should say, was rather used to having his own way."
"I gathered that I wasn't exactly popular with him this afternoon," Richard remarked meditatively. "I've been out there to call."
Hunterleys stopped short upon the pavement.
"What?" he exclaimed.
"I have been out to call at the Villa Mimosa," Richard repeated. "I don't see anything extraordinary in that."
"Did you see—Miss Fedora?"
"Rather! And thank you for telling me her name, at any rate. We sat on the terrace and chatted for a quarter of an hour. She gave me to understand, though, that the old man was dead against me. It all seems very mysterious. Anyway, she gave me this rose I am wearing, and I think she'll be at the Club to-morrow afternoon."
Hunterleys was silent for a moment. He seemed much impressed.