“I will tell you all that I know presently,” he said.
“You have found out something, then?”
“I have found out,” Densham answered, “all that I care to know! I have found out so much that I am leaving England within a week!”
Harcutt looked at him curiously.
“Poor old chap,” he said softly. “I had no idea that you were so hard hit as all that, you know.”
They passed through the crowded room to their table. Suddenly Harcutt stopped short and laid his hand upon Densham’s arm.
“Great Scott!” he exclaimed. “Look at that! No wonder we had to wait for Wolfenden!”
Mr. Sabin and his niece were occupying the same table as on the previous night, only this time they were not alone. Wolfenden was sitting there between the two. At the moment of their entrance, he and the girl were laughing together. Mr. Sabin, with the air of one wholly detached from his companions, was calmly proceeding with his supper.
“I understand now,” Harcutt whispered, “what Wolfenden meant this afternoon. When I reminded him about to-night, he laughed and said: ‘Well, I shall see you, at any rate.’ I thought it was odd at the time. I wonder how he managed it?”
Densham made no reply. The two men took their seats in silence. Wolfenden was sitting with his back half-turned to them, and he had not noticed their entrance. In a moment or two, however, he looked round, and seeing them, leaned over towards the girl and apparently asked her something. She nodded, and he immediately left his seat and joined them.