Lord Almont pointed to the street.
"Here comes old Cranbourne bobbing along. Shall we wait?"
Mr. Torrington continued playing his patience game until Cranbourne was announced. And if you are interested to know what manner of man Cranbourne might be then turn to the description of the diner at the table near the door in the Berkeley Café. As to his associations with these other gentlemen it remains only to be said that he was a supplier of ideas and occasionally of ideals.
"Anybody know anything?" said Lord Almont.
Cassis shrugged his shoulders negatively.
Mr. Torrington put down a card.
"Waste of time," he said. "Waste of time. Barraclough will never get out of London by ordinary ways. It was a useless attempt."
"Well, we don't know."
"He hadn't got through at ten thirty last night," said Cranbourne. "He was dining at the Berkeley Grill. 'Course he might have had a shot later."
"Did you speak to him?"