“Not particularly. I was looking for another man.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Oh, about a couple of weeks.”
There was a pause, which Elliott felt to be a nervous one.
“How are the bereaved relatives of your wreck’s crew?” Sevier went on.
“I don’t know. Have you found the man you were looking for?”
“Not exactly. Have you?”
“No.”
There was another pause. Margaret was looking puzzled and impatient.
“I beg your pardon, I’m delaying you,” said Sevier, with a slight bow toward the girl. “I wish you’d dine with me at the Club to-night at seven o’clock. Can you? I have an idea that I can tell you something that you’d be glad to know.”