'There's an article about you,' said the latter, producing a paper.
'I've read it,' answered Mr. Van Torp in a tone of stony indifference.
'I thought that was likely. Do you take the paper?'
'No. Do you?'
'No, it was sent to me,' Logotheti answered. 'Did you happen to glance at the address on the wrapper of the one that came to you?'
'My valet opens all the papers and irons them.'
Mr. Van Torp looked very bored as he said this, and he stared stonily at the pink and green waistcoat which his visitor's unfastened coat exposed to view. Hundreds of little gold beads were sewn upon it at the intersections of the pattern. It was a marvellous creation.
'I had seen the handwriting on the one addressed to me before,'
Logotheti said.
'Oh, you had, had you?'
Mr. Van Torp asked the question in a dull tone without the slightest apparent interest in the answer.