'Ever seen him before?'
'Now that you ask, I'm quite sure I have, but not knowing who he was. Yes, I'm sure I've seen him about the village among the Turks more than once.'
'Describe him.'
'Why, he's good-looking, and tall, and dark; got a sort of proud gait, and square shoulders; always dresses swell.'
'Thank you.' I had squeezed my orange dry, and was anxious to leave him. I had suspected it before, and was now convinced that unwittingly, in my attempt to play the guardian angel to Adam Camp and his wife, I had come face to face with Delbras.
When I compared notes with Dave that night he was quite of my opinion.
CHAPTER XIV.
MISSING—CARTE BLANCHE.
It had been decided between Miss Jenrys and myself that the little brunette should not be altogether ignored, at least for a time; and I had taken it upon myself to provide the letter which was to put off until a more convenient season the proposed survey of the White City by night.