"In the arm."
"Sure?"
"It was bound up with a scarf, De Rothan."
The Chevalier straightened himself, and gave a toss of the head.
"I tell you what I think, Durrell—the man's a spy. I know young Benham. He is just the man they would choose to play a bluff, downright part. They may have suspicions. Who tied up the arm?"
"Nance."
"The devil! There you are! What do you mean by having a pretty daughter! Even if this is no spying trick, the booby may give us trouble. David should have had the job. You never know what a pair of soft eyes and hands will do."
Durrell looked troubled.
"But, Chevalier——"
"Yes, yes; it is accursedly awkward whichever way we look."