"At dinner time?"
"Yep. That's how it was marked. Say——"
"Well?"
"He's a tall guy. Sort o' tow hair. Young. Maybe round about twenty?"
Angus nodded.
"Then I see him, too. He was sittin' in the office."
"Good."
There was no doubt as to Moraine's approval now, and Jan felt he had done well.
"Anything else, boss?" he inquired confidently.
Angus remained thinking for some seconds. Then he shook his head.