“No, he didn’t; I felt like asking him, but checked my curiosity.”
At the close of their last game they sat down and continued their talk along other lines.
“Been traveling on the continent?” inquired Watson.
“No; we were in London all the time,” replied Guy. “I was having my eyes treated.”
“Where did you stop?”
“At the Morley hotel.”
“Is that so?” said Watson with a shade of surprise. “I have a friend living there—Smithers is his name. Didn’t happen to meet him, did you?”
“The jeweler? Yes, I met him, got well acquainted with him. Very accommodating fellow.”
“Yes, he’s a jolly old bachelor,” replied Watson meditatively. “I’ve known him for ten years, more or less, I’m in the wholesale jewelry business and have had occasion to visit London and Paris and one or two other European cities every year, except during the war.”
After exercising a while in the gym, they visited the shower baths and then returned to the promenade deck. There they separated, and soon afterward Guy came upon Mr. Gunseyt lounging alone in one of the sheltered corners. His hat was tipped slightly over his eyes and he looked as if he was on the verge of a doze.