He continued to stare at Chatfield much as he might have, stared at the Sphinx if she had been present--and in the end he could only think of one word.

"Well ?" he asked lamely.

"Well ?" "As to what, now ?" inquired Chatfield with a sly smile.
"About what you said," replied Vickers.

"Miss Greyle, you know.

I'm about thoroughly tied up with all this.