"No. But even you can't see what isn't."
"There's not much that is this eye don't light on. The little lady up at Djen-anne-whatever you may call it is following up a spoor; and I'm the big game at the end of it. She's out to bring me down, my boy. Well, that's all right, only don't you two take me for too much of an innocent little thing, that's all."
Alston said nothing, and maintained a cheerful and imperturbable expression.
"She's brought the rester back so as not to miss the opportunity of his life. Now I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going right up to Djen-anne. I'm going to take the rester by myself, and I'm just going to hear that darned opera; and neither the little lady nor you's going to get a look in. This is up to me, and you'll just keep right out of it. See?"
He turned the cigar in his mouth, and his tic suddenly became very apparent.
"And what am I to do?" asked Alston.
"When I get to Djen-anne, I'll open out at once, come right to business. You stop here. As likely as not the little lady'll come back in the car to take you for a spin. If she does, keep her out till late. You can tell her a good bit depends on it."
"Very well."
"Happen she'll dine with you?" threw out Crayford, always with the same half-humorous dryness.
"Do you mean that you wish me to try and keep Mrs. Heath to dinner?" said Alston, with bland formality.