Mason changed his place and sat beside him.

The others had wandered off into a discussion upon a new magazine.
"Between ourselves, Heneage," Mason said quietly, "have you anything at the back of your head about Wrayson ?" Heneage did not immediately reply.

He was gazing at the little cloud of blue tobacco smoke which he had just expelled from his lips.
"There is no reason," he declared, "why my opinion should be worth any more than any one else's.

I think as highly of Wrayson as any of you." "Granted," Mason answered.

"But you have a theory or an idea of some sort concerning him.