Guy Oscard smoked his pipe and shook his head.
“Now,” said Jack Meredith, “I must go. I must be out of London by to-morrow morning. I shall go abroad—America or somewhere.”
He rose as he spoke, and Oscard made no attempt to restrain him.
They went out into the passage together. Oscard opened the door and followed his companion to the step.
“I suppose,” said Meredith, “we shall meet some time—somewhere?”
“Yes.”
They shook hands.
Jack Meredith went down the steps almost reluctantly. At the foot of the short flight he turned and looked up at the strong, peaceful form of his friend.
“What will you do?” he said.
“I shall go back to my big-game,” replied Guy Oscard. “I am best at that. But I shall not go to Africa.”