“Thank you, Lord Wolfenden,” he said, “I should be glad to; you seem destined always to play the part of the Good Samaritan to me!”
They both went with him into the lavatory.
“Do you know,” he asked Wolfenden, when he had sponged his face, “whom I was following?”
Wolfenden shook his head.
“Mr. Sabin?” he suggested.
“Not Mr. Sabin himself,” Felix answered, “but almost the same thing. It was Foo Cha, his Chinese servant who has just arrived in England. Have you any idea where Mr. Sabin is?”
They both shook their heads.
“I do not know,” Wolfenden said, “but I am very anxious to find out. I have an account to settle with him!”
“And I,” Felix murmured in a low tone, “have a very much longer one against him. To-night, if I am not too late, there will be a balance struck between us! I have lost Foo Cha, but others, better skilled than I am, are in search of his master. They will succeed, too! They always succeed. What have you against him, Lord Wolfenden?”