Wolfenden smiled grimly, and advanced into the room.
“I was anxious,” he said, “to run no risk of finding you out. My mission is not altogether a pleasant one!”
CHAPTER XXXI
“I MAKE NO PROMISE”
A single glance from Mr. Sabin into Wolfenden’s face was sufficient. Under his breath he swore a small, quiet oath. Wolfenden’s appearance was unlooked for, and almost fatal, yet that did not prevent him from greeting his visitor with his usual ineffusive but well bred courtesy.
“I am finishing a late breakfast,” he remarked. “Can I offer you anything—a glass of claret or Benedictine?”
Wolfenden scarcely heard him, and answered altogether at random. He had suddenly become aware that Helène was in the room; she was coming towards him from the window recess, with a brilliant smile upon her lips.
“How very kind of you to look us up so early!” she exclaimed.