“With Arabian?”
“And two other fellows—picked them up at the Cafe Royal.”
“Well, I hope you won.”
“No, I didn’t. Both Arabian and I lost a lot. We played here.”
“Here!”
“Yes. And I haven’t had a wink since they left. I don’t suppose he’ll turn up. And if he does I shan’t be able to do anything at it.”
He went to stand in front of the sketch, which was in oils, and stared at it with lack-lustre eyes.
“What d’you think of it?” he said at last.
Miss Van Tuyn was rather surprised by the question. Garstin was not in the habit of asking other people’s opinions about his work.
“It’s rather difficult to say,” she said, with some hesitation.