Barstow will not press you for a day or two.

Just leave me your address--the address in Dorsetshire." He dipped a pen in the ink and handed it to Hine.

Hine took it and drew a sheet of paper toward him.

But he did not set the pen to the paper.

He looked suddenly up at Jarvice, who stood over against him at the other side of the table.
"Garratt Skinner's address ?" he said, with one of his flashes of cunning.
"Yes, since you are staying there.