He rose at once, without any formal leave-taking, and made his way toward the other end of the cafe.

As he turned the corner towards the smoking-room, he glanced once behind.

The man had approached quite close to Elizabeth; he was standing before her table, they seemed to be exchanging greetings.
Tavernake went on into the smoking-room and threw himself into an easy-chair.

He had been there perhaps for ten minutes when Pritchard entered.

Certainly it was a night of surprises! Even Pritchard, cool, deliberate, slow in his movements and speech, seemed temporarily flurried.