He recovered himself almost immediately, but the shadow of fear had rested for a moment, at any rate, upon his impassive features.
"I am entirely at your service," he said coldly.

"My client has at least not broken the laws of his country." Wrayson stood away from the door.
"You can go," he said shortly, "if you will leave me your address." Mr.Bentham bowed.
"I regret that I have no card with me," he said, "but I have an office, a single room only, in number 8, Paper Buildings, Adelphi.

If you should happen to come across--that document--" Wrayson held open the door.
"If I should come to see you," he said, "it will be on other business." * * * * * Wrayson lunched at the club that morning, and received a warm greeting from his friends.

The subject of the murder was, as though by common consent, avoided.

Towards the end of the meal the Colonel received a telegram, which he read and laid down upon the table in front of him.
"By Jove!" he said softly, "I'd forgotten all about it.