Arnold recognized him at once.
"It is your friend Starling—the man from South America."
"Starling!" she murmured.
"I think that he is coming in," Arnold continued. "He has seen you. Do you mind?"
She shook her head.
"No. He will stay with me while you are away. Perhaps he knows something."
Arnold hurried off and met Starling upon the threshold of the room.
"Isn't that Mrs. Weatherley with you?" the latter inquired.
"Yes," Arnold told him. "She was lunching with me in the Grill Room. I believe that she was really waiting for Rosario—when the affair happened."
"What affair?"