"Not stuffed, I hope," he said.
"No, indeed. Alive and kicking."
There was a rattle of a handle, and the door of Collingwood's room opened and he came into the room.
He gave one slight start, no more, and his manner immediately became easy and natural. "Hallo!" he said. "Admaston!"
The big man regarded him gravely, showing no emotion whatever.
"Well, Collingwood," he said very slowly and distinctly, "I thought I would just run over and see——" Then he stopped speaking.
"How did you know that we were here?" Collingwood said.
"From a friend," Admaston answered.
The fool had to have his say. "That's very funny, Admaston," he said. "We didn't know ourselves."
"You surprise me. Didn't you know you were going to St. Moritz?"