"I was there."
The four continued to look at him without speaking, each absorbed in his own thoughts, with a sudden ill ease.
A club attendant with a telephone slip on a tray stopped by Peters' side. He excused himself and went along the porch, nodding from table to table.
"Curious chap," said De Gollyer musingly.
"Extraordinary."
The word was like a murmur in the group of four, who continued watching Peters' trim disappearing figure in silence, without looking at one another—with a certain ill ease.
A COMEDY FOR WIVES
At half-past six o'clock from Wall Street, Jack Lightbody let himself into his apartment, called his wife by name, and received no answer.