Meyerbeer heard it, and saw the look in the faces of both: in hers, bewildered, warm, penetrating; in Gaston's, eager, glowing, bold, with a distant kind of trouble.
Here was a thickening plot for Paul Pry.

He hugged himself.

But who was Zoug-Zoug?
If he could but get at that! He asked the manager, who said he did not know.

He asked a dozen men that evening, but none knew.

He would ask Ian Belward.