Ricardo now for the first time understood the trend of all Hanaud's talk at that luncheon.

He was putting Harry Wethermill upon his guard, he was immobilising him, he was fettering him in precautions; with a subtle skill he was forcing him to isolate himself.

And he was doing it deliberately to save the life of Celia Harland in Geneva.

Once Ricardo lifted himself up with the hair stirring on his scalp.

He himself had been with Wethermill in the baccarat-rooms on the very night of the murder.