In his eyes was a coolly appraising look as he nodded.
"Beg pardon." The words were condescending, carelessly flung at him over Rossland's shoulder.

He might as well have said, "I'm sorry, Boy, but you must keep out of my way." Alan smiled back and returned the nod.

Once, in a spirit of sauciness, Keok had told him his eyes were like purring cats when he was in a humor to kill.

They were like that now as they flashed their smile at Rossland.

The sneering twist left Rossland's lips as he entered the dining-room.
A rather obvious prearrangement between Mary Standish and John Graham's agent, Alan thought.