The police had not found his trail and it was possible he would reach the American frontier.
Lister thought the thing was done with, and when a letter arrived from the construction office, telling him to stay until he felt able to resume his work, resigned himself to rather dreary idleness.

For some days his head ached and he could not go out; the other guests were engaged in the city and there was nobody to whom he could talk.

He got badly bored, and it was a relief when one afternoon the gentleman he had met at the construction camp arrived with his daughter.

For all that, Lister was surprised.

Duveen was a man of some importance, Miss Duveen was a fashionable young lady, and Lister had imagined they had forgotten him.