They joined the others, shook hands, and, to Grant's secret perplexity, the whole party moved off down the hill in company.
When the Martins turned with the rest to cross the bridge, Grant began to suspect his friend.
"Wally," he managed to whisper, "what game have you been playing ?" "Aren't you satisfied ?" murmured Hart.

"Sdeath, as they used to say in the Surrey Theater, you're as bad as Furshaw!" There were others far more perturbed by that odd conjunction of diners than the puzzled host, who merely expected Mrs.Bates to belabor him with a rolling pin.

Mr.Siddle, for instance, had just closed his shop when the five met.

That is to say, the dark blue blind was drawn, but the door was ajar.

He came to the threshold, and watched the party until the bridge was neared, when one of them, looking back, might have seen him, so he stepped discreetly inside.