"Colonel Durrance!" he said, and scratched his head thoughtfully.
Durrance had never in his life paid him a friendly visit before, and why
should he go out of his way to do so now? It looked as if Durrance had
somehow got wind of his journey to Kingsbridge.
"Does Colonel Durrance know that I am in the club?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," replied the waiter.
"Very well. Show him in."
Durrance had, no doubt come to ask questions, and diplomacy would be
needed to elude them. Captain Willoughby had no mind to meddle any
further in the affairs of Miss Ethne Eustace. Feversham and Durrance
must fight their battle without his intervention. He did not distrust
his powers of diplomacy, but he was not anxious to exert them in this
particular case, and he looked suspiciously at Durrance as he entered
the room. Durrance, however, had apparently no questions to ask.
Willoughby rose from his chair, and crossing the room, guided his
visitor over to his deserted corner.
"Will you smoke?" he said, and checked himself. "I beg your pardon."
"Oh, I'll smoke," Durrance answered. "It's not quite true that a man
can't enjoy his tobacco without seeing the smoke of it. If I let my
cigar out, I should know at once.
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