'I took a particular dislike to his face,' Logotheti said. 'I remember thinking of him when I went home that night, and wondering who he was and what he was about.'
'At first I took him for a detective,' said Griggs. 'But detectives don't drink.'
'What made you think he might be one?'
'He has a very clever way of leading the conversation to a point and then asking an unexpected question.'
'Perhaps he is an amateur,' suggested Logotheti. 'He may be a spy. Is
Feist an American name?'
'You will find all sorts of names in America. They prove nothing in the way of nationality, unless they are English, Dutch, or French, and even then they don't prove much. I'm an American myself, and I feel sure that Feist either is one or has spent many years in the country, in which case he is probably naturalised. As for his being a spy, I don't think I ever came across one in England.'
'They come here to rest in time of peace, or to escape hanging in other countries in time of war,' said the Greek. 'His being at the Turkish Embassy, of all places in the world, is rather in favour of the idea. Do you happen to remember the name of his hotel?'
'Are you going to call on him?' Griggs asked with a smile.
'Perhaps. He begins to interest me. Is it indiscreet to ask what sort of questions he put to you?'
'He's stopping at the Carlton—if the cabby took him there! We gave the man half-a-crown for the job, and took his number, so I suppose it was all right. As for the questions he asked me, that's another matter.'