There was a brief silence.
They stood side by side—looking down upon the harbour. Behind, the evening band played remotely and the black little promenaders went to and fro under the tall electric lights. I think Chatteris decided to be very self-possessed at first—a man of the world.
“It’s a gorgeous night,” he said.
“Glorious,” said Melville, playing up to the key set.
He clicked his cutter on a cigar. “There was something you wanted me to tell you——”
“I know all that,” said Chatteris with the shoulder towards Melville becoming obtrusive. “I know everything.”
“You have seen and talked to her?”
“Several times.”
There was perhaps a minute’s pause.
“What are you going to do?” asked Melville.