“No,” Gastineau returned. “I quite agree with you, it is rather vague. And now, what is Mr. Campion himself like?”
“Campion?” Herriard repeated, with a look of surprise at the question.
“Let us have his description, as I have not seen him.”
“Oh, there is nothing remarkable about him. He is a somewhat thick-set man of five and thirty, with rather a good, frank face.”
“You can see that? He is clean-shaven?”
“No; he wears a short brown beard.”
“Ah! Well, my dear Geof, I hope it may turn out that my scepticism is unjustified.”
“I have every reason to think it will,” Herriard returned, in a rather nettled tone, as he closed the subject. “And now, my dear friend,” he proceeded, in an altered manner, “I have another matter to discuss with you and one of which I hope you will think more favourably.”
“Why not, Geof?” Gastineau responded, with his disarming smile. “Come, we don’t often disagree. What is it?”
“Nothing less than a great chance of your recovery.”