The longer he reasoned with himself the more confident he became that Croisset had been the victor.
He knew Jean.

Every advantage was on his side.

He was as watchful as a lynx.

It was impossible to conceive of him walking into a trap.

So he determined to wait, at least until that night.
It was almost noon when Adare sent word by Metoosin asking Philip to rejoin him in the big room.