Thomas bowed again, indirectly toward the guests and walked away. Lord Monckton commented on the beauty of the night.
And Kitty caught the gasp between her teeth, lest it should be heard. Fog!
CHAPTER XIX
"Rather hot for this time of day," volunteered Lord Monckton, sliding into the Morris chair at the side of Thomas' desk and dangling his legs over the arm.
"Yes, it is," agreed Thomas, folding a sheet of paper and placing the little ivory elephant paper-weight upon it.
"Rippin' doubles this morning. You ought to go into the game. Do you a lot of good."
"I didn't know you played."
"Don't. Watch."
Thomas' gaze was level and steady.