"That's odd," Hunterleys remarked drily. "According to the police commissioner who has just left me, the man is on his death-bed, and my only chance of escaping serious trouble is to get out of Monte Carlo to-night."
"Are you going?"
Hunterleys shook his head.
"It would take a great deal more than that to move me just now," he said, "even if I had not suspected from the first that the man was lying."
Richard glanced at his companion a little curiously.
"I shouldn't have said that you were having such a good time, Sir Henry," he observed; "in fact I should have thought you would have been rather glad of an opportunity to slip away."
Hunterleys looked around them. They had reached the top of the staircase and were in sight of the dense crowd in the rooms.
"Come and have a drink," he suggested. "A great many of these people will have cleared off presently."
"I'll have a drink, with pleasure," Richard answered, "but I still can't see why you're stuck on this place."
They strolled into the bar and found two vacant places.