"It's none of my business," he retorted, "but it's a good deal of Adrian Fellowes' business—"
"What is a good deal of Adrian Fellowes' business?"
"Al'mah coming to your rooms. Fellowes is her man. Going to marry her, I suppose," he added, cynically.
Byng's jaw set and his eyes became cold. "Still, I'd suggest your minding your own business, Barry. Your tongue will get you into trouble some day.... You've seen Wallstein this morning—and Fleming?"
Barry replied sullenly, and the day's pressing work began, with the wires busy under the seas.
CHAPTER VI
WITHIN THE POWER-HOUSE
At a few moments before six o'clock Byng was shown into Jasmine's sitting-room. As he entered, the man who sat at the end of the front row of stalls the first night of "Manassa" rose to his feet. It was Adrian Fellowes, slim, well groomed, with the colour of an apple in his cheeks, and his gold-brown hair waving harmoniously over his unintellectual head.
"But, Adrian, you are the most selfish man I've ever known," Jasmine was saying as Byng entered.