“It is odd,” asserted Winter.
Someone rang, and was admitted.
“Mr. Holden,” announced Smith.
[Chapter XXVII]
Holden’s Story
The long-nosed ex-sergeant entered. His sallow face was browned after his long journeys and exposure to the Italian sun in midsummer. He was soiled and travel-stained.
“Excuse my appearance,” he said. “I have had no time for even a wash since this morning. On board the boat I thought it best to keep a constant watch on Capella and his companions.”
“Who are they?” demanded Brett.
Mr. Holden looked at the barrister with an injured air.